Indentures

Indentures

7 April 2016

Courtesy Brad Kunkle on fadedandblurred.com

 

There are roads

Winding through thickets

Wild bushes

Tangled trees

The heart of where humming bees

Fierce lead to freedom

 

The bridges

In between the worlds

They shiver

Rumbling stone

On their tar I walk alone

My feet grey blue smoke

 

I hear calls

Of towering bluebells

They ring knells

Of kingdoms

Cheshire cat whose head I stroke

Purrs in mirth’s response

 

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They abscond

The reasons excuse

Their flight dark

Bridled spark

We walk while dogs sit and bark

Random happenings

 

The chest heaves

Ounces of regret

Woven tight

Into might

Fading strength as he believes

Truth of falling leaves

 

Knitted words

Loose ends flying high

Encounter

Indentures

Between whispers and the sigh

I find your heartbeat

 

Reading of the poem: 

Courtesy Brad Kunkle on mymodernmet.com

Reveal – Bliss and Lisbeth Scott