Treochair Poem☘️ No.1 -Through a Glass Darkly

#treochair #irish

The cold night
brings pulsating pain, spasms, splinter seams allowing in light.

The answer
to the problem of pain lies
deep down in dark depths of her.

She looks out
through grey-green, glittering, glass,
lips move but no words, no shout.

©🦊VixenOfVerse, 2022

** This is a new (to me) short form. It is Irish in origin. I have added a “how to write a Treochair poem page” if you fancy a go. Carolyn 💜**