Sitting on the park bench

She watches the sun setting on the horizon

The sky resplendent in orange and crimson

Like a bride, till she bids adieu

And her gold and red lingers on

Somewhat sombre for the farewell

Rust and antique gold that settles like silk

Holding the darkness at bay

Like her sitting at dusk on a park bench

Preserved memories smelling of mothballs

Rusty from tangled relationships

And yet beautiful

Once vermilion, now the colour of the setting sun

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18 responses to “Rust”

  1. Beautiful one on ageing and watching the world go by

    1. Thank you Natasha! Middle age crisis 🙂

  2. So poignant, Amrita. Love these lines
    ‘Preserved memories smelling of mothballs
    Rusty from tangled relationships
    And yet beautiful
    Once vermilion, now the colour of the setting sun’
    💚💚💚

  3. Very beautifully penned. Loved the lines that show passage of time.

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