The Row
I bathe in your unconditional love
The YES you offer me
A haze, a fog, a ghostly offering
Of complete acceptance.
Then through the mists,
A granite block
A NO.
A hidden place of defining lines,
Sharp edges,
Cold shoulders
Shaped by ancestors
Your personal geology.
Diving deep
I explore the coral
Of my own reef
And find it jagged, dangerous.
I have sharp edges of my own.
Our words tear through the air
Like fireworks, screaming, screeching, spinning
Ear splitting.
Exploding high in the sky
In bursts of phosphorescence
Then fallling to the earth
Empty, exhausted, extinguished.
Everything and all
Extinguished.
Hazel ettridge
Sun 11th Aug 2019 14:27
Hi Raj, I've been absent from WOL myself. Sometimes writing drags me off to places I don't much like and I have to take a break. Hope you're well and returning from 'within' with treasure.