In trailing backwards

In trailing backwards

4 May 2016

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She calls me

The dark blue Mother

Her voice soft

Piercing Time

The inflexions in the rhyme

Depicting morrows

 

The false lords

They carry baskets

Weight of grapes

Slowing necks

Craning into swirling voids

Where Time stills no more

 

Silent watch

As it unfolds bleak

He said it

Undeterred

By chattering of the herd

Scattering in pain

 

They pay high

Sins of the father

Price in veins

That flow grey

Squandering remains of day

When crowns mistook heads

 

The waters

They surge above bridge

The dams fade

Crumbling sands

Crashing on the outer rims

Of Humanity’s peaks

 

Slaves hurry

To their sunken graves

Their feet sore

From walking

Their inane mouths still talking

Of undone evils

 

Three by three

They pair uneven

Their tales dead

Like roadkill

As the blue graveyards thunder

Sealing them under

 

Ingrained roots

Of loving solace

They bring grace

Salvation

The gills opening to air

Stored in the bubbles

 

We will fly

When the waters wane

Into skies

Where twin suns

Beckon to purple landscapes

In trailing backwards

 

Reading of the poem: 

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