‘Will no-one find me, no-one come
looking for me on this cold night?’
Her mind despairs. The stars are bright
but cannot lead her back to home.
Her way is lost. She drifts: a ghost,
a shadow, vague as mist or foam –
believing nothing can come right.
Will no-one find her? No-one come?
Based on a news story about a missing woman, and her last few posts on social media.
Form: octain