Tuesday, October 18, 2016

The Bamboo Hut, Autumn 2016

believing
you were my bellwether
I followed
every footstep sinking
deeper into the mire


where are you
my fair-weather friend
have you left
for sunnier climes
grown weary of my rain


at the first
slow swell of violins
these tears
that seep into my mouth
and quench my thirst


inheriting
her jewellery chest
I wonder
about the secrets
she had yet to tell


calluses
on my fingertips
musical scars
that bleed every time
I strum our duet


at the base
of this volcano
cinnabar
our pilgrim cheeks blaze
with revelation


don't sell me
anti-ageing creams
the lines
upon this canvas
my life's masterstrokes


over time
every mountain
sinks back
into the ocean
as must we all





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