Echolocating - please find my love
Under the shrubs
Or stored
under the cupboard
Deep in the cool cellar
Buried under the earth
Blue bleeding hearts
Clinking in
black beakers
My love is significant
Perhaps even
infinite
Beating in the heart
Of my beautiful infant
But among the rosebuds
The bushes unkempt
Thorns ***** my soft edges
And empty my
glass cup
Frail exposure -
an unsettling scent -
Sweetness are the red roses
Blooming just to be clipped
Nov 10, 2019
Nov 10, 2019 at 12:55 PM UTC
Broken shadows cut
against the corridors
A hand extends up
poetic, delicate, curved
She is leaning against
rigidity, structure, ancient
history, poised like
swans linking necks
In solidarity and confinement
a thin layer of water
is disrupted
by the pitter and patter of children’s
feet
Arms extended out
to catch the wind,
disappearing into the steam
Nov 10, 2019
Nov 10, 2019 at 12:52 PM UTC