My Colours Bleeding

…into the canvas of night

1 min readNov 10, 2023
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The wounds of love are deep
my colours bleeding
into the canvas of night
and crashing in waves
around my feet
I open my arms
to the calling wind

my heart is a traveller now
soaring away
from my earthly form
above rivers and oceans
reflecting the stars
and the shimmering face
of the moon

but I cast no shadow
and no reflection
looks back at me
I am weightless and empty
in my invisibility
wading into the starry sea

the tides become my galaxy
morning is distant
in her dormancy
and seems lifetimes
away from me
as I drift here in my brokenness

my jagged edges
wreaking devastation
in the whispering waves of grass
and the flowers
in the cold snow below
the winds weep icy tears of glass

I am drowning
as the waters rise
languid in the carrying winds
now void of soul I am formless
my image erased
from the mirrors of the sky

© Ann Bagnall

** A poem from my book ‘I Am The Mirror Empty Without You’ published on Amazon**




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