Indentures
7 April 2016
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
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:
Reveal – Bliss and Lisbeth Scott
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