I wrote this a few months ago, it’s inspired by one of the more heart shattering chapters of my favourite book.
The Book Thief’s goodbye
The accordion sounded silent
Papa’s silver eyes had dried to rust,
Mama’s mouth breathed no blaspheming;
Her lips lined white with dust
And the lemon haired boy,
Who painted himself black
He’d never again ask her for her lips,
They’d never race around the track
She said her goodbye to him
With a clashing of the teeth:
She placed her lips upon him
And he lay broken underneath.
She had the colours of the world
Waiting at her feet,
As her tears soaked through the pages
That belonged to Himmel Street.
