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.

years

◄ The Papers

Dwell ►

Comments

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

Profile image

Cynthia Buell Thomas

Sat 7th Mar 2020 15:44

This is a most intriguing metaphor and, I think, well-turned.

If you wish to post a comment you must login.

This site uses cookies. By continuing to browse, you are agreeing to our use of cookies.

Find out more Hide this message