Amber

I've words kept in amber
saved for some later
day when I'm braver
 
and rice paper rubbings
of an epitaph left
on my living stone.
 
I've embroidered skin,
blown glass eyes; my teeth
are polished black bone.
 
I'm a scrapbook soul
at the mercy
of stories untold.

Kelli Simpson

If you have any thoughts on this poem, Kelli Simpson  would be pleased to hear them.