(This amazing photo is not mine. I thank Lost In Pixels for allowing me to use the image.)
soft, delicate things
drift over a crumbling stair
caress aged boards
as if they could not spoil that touch forever
marring that beauty
with their coarse surface
that she loves
Written to answer two challenges this week. First, a response to Trifectra, which challenges us to write between 33 and 330 words, using the third definition of the word of the week, in this case “decay: 3: to fall into ruin“.
Second, this also answers the Sunday Scribblings prompt of ‘Strange Bedfellows’, combining age and beauty.