One whole year's
Like lace leaves
From the cold trees
You are missing
Boxed deep and dusting
With bristles flaking
From the broken spine
So no silver lines
Our crisp, black-branched pine.
Tuesday 30th March 2021 10:26 am
Christmas fairy lights still dangle,
Plastic string of neon candles,
Hallowing the wreckage of the year.
Streaming ‘River’ on repeat
River Warbling marrow-deep
Wash away those spiteful, December bones.
From jigsaws sat on nickel knees
To whisky-nursing you in sprees,
Femurs first you left us piece by piece.
Frailty distils the waters
Trickles down through all your daughters
Tuesday 30th March 2021 10:22 am