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The Only Streak of Colour

I was the only streak of colour,

Within the blackened room.

And although people may not have thought it appropriate,

She knew I didn’t like the gloom.

*

Although the flowers fulfilled their duty,

They brought some colour,

Some life.

They are expected to in these circumstances,

But in context, they were not so bright.

*

Like I have been for so long,

I carried her.

And eventhough my steps were solemn and slow and everything became a blur,

My violet flag waving,

And I knew I could do this for her.

*

And as we left that place,

Free in the open air,

I felt the wind embrace me,

And I knew that she was there.

*

Because ever since she parted,

When the world became cold and chill,

I have felt the wind around me,

And I know she’s with me still.

*

Sometimes a decade doesn’t change a thing…

In Loving Memory of Violet Irene Carnell, Nan. ❤️

Author:

Briony Marshall is an author from the West Midlands in the UK. She is a graduate from the University of Wolverhampton with a degree in Creative & Professional Writing with English. Briony currently lives at home with her Mom, Dad, Fiancé & fur brother: Bob the Dog. When Briony is not writing, she’s crafting and when she’s not crafting, she’s drinking coffee. Her debut novel, cosy, romantic, knitting comedy: Unravelled, is available now and Briony looks forward to the adventures this new chapter will bring.

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