Frigid Twilight

In weathered sheaves of light 
before gnarled hands can rest 
silver strands flow through as 
painful memories come to mind

With each tarnished grey knot 
spiteful deeds and dead lovers cry
remorseful tears roll down a lined face
frozen in songs of frigid twilight 

Pale ghosts of the past haunt her  
tormenting her languid soul
whispering for final retribution
for all transgressions done

©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

Written for The Sunday Muse #177

Linda Lee Lyberg is a wife, mother, artist, published poet and author. She resides in Mesa, AZ with her husband Pete (aka The Big Viking) of 24 years and their latest rescue, Jackson “Jax” Lyberg. Linda writes various forms of poetry, as well as short stories. You can read more of her works at: and view anthologies containing her work here: Amazon Author Page

23 Comments on “Frigid Twilight

  1. “weathered sheaves of light” “tarnished grey knot” “face frozen in songs of frigid twilight” wonderful atmospheric piece with vivid images. those trips down memory lane can be etched with pain ❤

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  2. I can see and feel each braid of life experience. Our hair hold so many memories, so many stories. It’s a tale of love, joy, sorrow, anger, survival, and on and on.

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