Constant Belonging
Moulded leather feet
marital as those laces unending
began to weave, dictating the vows
in material, aesthetically strung
beside my fingers,
the draping knot tripped
below my tough coat,
falling towards pavement,
unconscious and disregarding,
tiptoeing back to the perceived years
that are mine.
Hannnah
Sat 7th Mar 2020 16:11
Hi Cynthia, thank you for your comment. I could go into tons of detail about the meaning behind it but sometimes I think a poem is best left unpicked, thus I shall leave you to interpret it how you choose.
Thanks again for reading,
Hannah