https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/904884931/ The first poem in my series 'The Scar'! Please give feedback, I'm trying to improve as a poet :D
Her Heather pricks at my ankles. Can you feel her? She is here, I swear! She is in the Wind, the Blue of her eyes carved into the Sky. The blackened Stones bear her mark, The the stumbling River cries her name, The Skylarks know she is here! The very Mist sings of her. All of the Scar is my witness, this gash in the Ground, it bleeds her name. She’s always just two steps away… I grasp at icy Air. But She Is Here She Is Here, I swear…
