One Tuesday Morning by Colleen Keller Breuning
One Tuesday Morning The world was moving, she was floating above it a painted fairy skirting wispy clouds silk cobwebs against a field of crystal blue as twisted metal rained down from the skies. Shattered glass pierced the coldest heart amidst bags of broken bone and skin and blood spilled on the ground the world crumbled right before our eyes. Night must fall now.... darker, darker pure evil buried beneath smoking rubble the dust of death filled up our lungs weary minds tainted with terror and fright. Feeble, we crawled out of the wreckage emerging from the dark of night and she was waiting there, lantern aglow promising a new world of hope and light. Colleen Keller Breuning © 2016 Col leen Keller B reuning is a poet and photographer who was born and raised in Maryland. She currently resides in Purcellville, Virginia with her husband and cats, Tommy and Jordan. Her poetry, short stories and photography have been published ...