The Artist Challenge - Silence

My Mime

The green park in the city.

I watch from behind the tree.

He is a mime among the crowd.

I can see him, he can't see me.

As he tells them their stories,

With graceful and moving hands,

Gestures, dances of expression,

They fall silent and mesmerized.

His is a listening world

Of the ancient pantomime,

To inspire rich imagery,

Creating illusions unseen.

Though in his eyes, a sadness,

That I alone am aware.

How could he know that I so care?

For now it has become the time.

The people have gone away.

I step from behind the tree,

And then slowly he turns toward me.

Smiling shyly, I walk to him.

"I have been waiting to ask,

Why are you also so sad?"

"Since I have been waiting for you."

Hands touch and we sit quietly.

He is a mime among the crowd.

...He is my mime.

© 2010 Sarah Donnellan

These were done for the 'Silence' theme this month. Please have a look at other member's amazing artwork and writings at The Artist Challenge and The Inferno.

The Artist Challenge - Valentine

My Black Heart

There upon the rock lay a black heart.

The black heart that belonged to me.

And there is the knife, plunged deep inside.

Inside to where I cannot see.

For in time there was of a moment

A moment love found us, bound us.

While we held each other's tender hearts,

On Earth, brief was our love joyous.

From Death a red heart was left for him.

Left not for me, though I did plead.

Love stolen, my heart blackened with grief,

That I did seek revenge with greed.

Quick to me it came, I choose my fate.

Fate not in sadness, but freedom.

With my love in the everafter,

Where safe from you in our sanctum.

So, dear Death, I leave my Valentine for you
...Laid here on this rock.

© 2010 Sarah Donnellan

Please see other member's amazing work at The Artist Challenge and The Inferno.