spruce branch

Wind froze your undercarriage,

the soft white skin of exposed belly

where armour cannot reach.

Low blow,

coming from an ally;

‘Et tu, Brute’

will be your swan song,

your dying dirge.

7 comments on “Underexposed

  1. “Low blow” certainly suits this lovely picture. How did the snow get underneath like that? You’ve captured the deep pain of betrayal well in your poem. Nice work, Melody!
    Blessings ~ Wendy

  2. ericmvogt says:

    O, Melody, it’s always a winner to quote Shakespeare! From a man who has had his underbelly frozen a time or two, always wear thermal underwear! lololol! Great poem, as usual! And photos. 🙂 Eric

  3. Debbie says:

    Keep being amazed as you find these shots and then write to them! Thanks for another great read!

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