Her fickle affections changed
with the wind —

a fact I knew, a risk
I was willing to take —

and I could smell

she lifted her face
to embrace
the breeze.

English: Blowing in the wind Lonely daffodils ...

For the Poetic Bloomings ‘In the air tonight’ prompt and the ‘fickle’ prompt from One Single Impression.


Filed under Poetry, Poetry - Prompts

7 responses to “Change

  1. oh! LOVE! especially “lifted her face to embrace the breeze” Ahhhhh.

  2. Oh, very subtle. Excellent poem.

  3. Jim

    Nicely written, Mark. I have now come to realize that the model for fickleness is the wind. You cinched the understanding. 🙂

  4. rosemary mint

    This is awesome!!! What a nice subtle image at the end. So sad, but you hardly know it because breeze and beginnings of rain are typically lovely and pleasant not foreboding. Wonderful piece.

  5. rosemary mint

    And I love the sound of “fickle affections.”

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