Scrabble Value
Our love was a palindrome
names almost anagrams of each other
letters interlocking like his fingers and mine
a perfect linkage – an uncanny connection
his Art Deco to my Nouveau
audacious angles against whiplash curves
streamlined mind intertwined with floral tendrils
we knew it couldn’t last
our perfect rebellion
heartbeats lost to a void, forever echoing,
calling to each other – hopelessly out of time
forever echoing, heartbeats lost to a void,
our perfect rebellion
couldn’t last
streamlined mind disentwined from floral tendrils
audacious angles against whiplash curves
my Nouveau to his Art Deco
an uncanny connection – an imperfect linkage
letters unlocking like his fingers and mine
names almost anagrams of each other
our love was a palindrome
KC Bailey dreams of living in a cabin in the woods, near a serene lake, with space for her giant rescue dog to roam & rest. Poems in The Ekphrastic Review, The Hellebore, Black Bough, The Tide Rises, The Failure Baler, Eye Flash Poetry, Fevers of the Mind, 5050 Lit, The Daily Drunk, TunaFish Journal, Crow & Cross Keys, Amethyst Review, and elsewhere (Twitter @KCBailey_Writer).