Her World

That world she knew is dead.
In this small room she lives her days.
The flower stand and single bed.

Worn curtains ..once a vibrant weave of red,
Now hang faded.. old…thread-bare.
But sitting in her quietude,
With silent mind and open heart
She could be anywhere.

Her tired body rests…and yet..
Away…away from Public noise,
She joins herself for company..…
And journeys to the planetoids.

Kristine Byrne. 7am 26th Feb. 2021.
Illustration…Pencil and pastel.