My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Tale Weaver #61 – Departure
Moments bruise and bleed
Down the window
In a race
To erase
Her face
Impressed on the dusty glass
Like the Turin Shroud
The bus engine
Sputters into life, a loud
Arrhythmic heartbeat
And then
She is gone
Replaced
By a forest of faces
People en route to disparate places
With their sport bags, rucksacks and cases
Trampling on the remains
Of their goodbye
© Kim M. Russell, 2016
Image: Google Images.
writing in north norfolk 
Great response Kim to this prompt….lovely vivid imagery…..thanks for contributing to the tale weaver….
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Than k you for reading! I enjoy these challenges – they set me up for the day 🙂
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Good to know…..same time next week…..
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Oh yes!
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Trampling on the remains Of their goodbye…. and yet you somehow imply the excitement and anticipation of leaving even in the sadness of being left. I like this, Kim
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Thank you 🙂
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such a lot of feeling in this poem Kim especially the disappearance of the one into the forest of faces
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When I was living in Norfolk and my husband was working in London, living in digs, he sometimes got the National Express bus from Norwich bus station. I tried to see it from his point of view in the poem.
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Enjoyed this very poignant poem. Great job.
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Thank you 🙂
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