There’s nothing remarkable
about giving Gravity
his way, nothing noteworthy
about this free-fall; no great
burden of excellence hangs
about the necks of the damned
as they rot in earthen graves.
Falling is too natural
to draw comments from the stands,
stumbling too easy to raise
an eyebrow or stir surprise.
So when she rose from the dead,
walked away from the compost
in her burnt orange platform
heels, she really stepped it up.
Burnt orange platform heels! You are right; that is really stepping it up 😉
hehe A bit of the girlie girl in me coming out? 😉
great twist at the end – made me smile!
Awesome! Thanks Pam!
Melody, you’d never believe my first mental picture and impression ! I first heard the song “Tangerine” in the sultry sounds of the saxophone ~ Automatically I had a yummy swallow of hot pumpkin pie in full gravity down my throat and, the rush of cinnamon mocking another prouder spice i.e. nut-meg. lol…lol