Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #274
She Lay by Belinda Roddie She lay on the linoleum, her keys ice cold in her hands, her gold spectacles lopsided on her nose. Outside, the bees were humming and collecting pollen, bowls of fruit sat on the outside tables, and the gardener was busy trimming plants that lined the property. Time moved like sand shifting across a beach in a slow dance. She could not move or speak. She could not hear her phone ringing, or the chime of her clock. Her body was frozen. The chandelier above her head swayed, and she could not talk or scream or cry for help. She simply lay there, waiting for someone to save the day.