Blinded by the Setting Sun
Blinded by the Setting Sun
Between trees
beyond tall grass
up above, on a hill –
silent and waiting,
he stalks.
At dusk, she climbs
to reach the hilltop;
eyes of a stranger
greet her, he smiles –
no one heard her
screams, as he
savagely, grisly beat her –
raped her –
blinded by the sunlight,
between trees –
she – can’t recall his
face.
Resting on a maple leaf
a robin sings –
as a robin’s wings
beats its’ breast.
Intensely emotional write. Rich imagery.
Thanks Leonard, appreciate the time you have taken to read… I still recall the day I wrote this. Nancy