Dark matter
13 – 14 March 2015
Poppies red in field
Danced to the wake of sunlight
Before stillness hit
Like an earthquake hearts burst out
From withered poppies that shrank
Crimson hearts pulsate
In their naked agony
Frail and bodiless
Slender frame responds shaking
As the hearts begin to beat
The throbbing hummed on
Beating to the rhythm of red
Cast on sea of hearts
Ocean in heart responded
While I picked them one by one
Feathers gathered pink
To gushing crimson fountain
Soft they had been once
Mellow in healing touch
Hands extended I faltered
Sewn across bodies
Shells picking up a new life
Hearts reached out in vain
Tight writhing chest echoed dull
As my arms withdrew sullen
All I had was ink
Dark matter spilled on my hands
As I waved goodbye
My mind walked on free yet tied
To a bottomless low tide