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Retract

if i arch my back, just so

you will hear the gutteral crack

of ribs splaying

and thunder peal

confined to a distant canyon

 

observe the blood rivulet flow

tinted crimson

from rhodonite glow

 

did you think of yourself as some indelible mark on my being?

how easily I’ve erased your ochred pigments

from my crumbled cave walls

 

Lascaux?

indeed no

 

you were only the sharpest point of the trident

ending some turgid trilogy of torment

 

so stand back

drop the Finochietto*

little blood, no gore

though you expected more

your surgical precision

met with

phlegmatic derision

 

 

*a type of surgical retractor designed to separate ribs in chest surgery. Named after Argentinian surgeon Enrique Finochietto

Depleted

in these canyons of craving

we shuffle as

shadowed silhouettes

shallow footprints never settling

under a stinging desert shamal

squinting through silica scathing

with sand grit mouth

our lips pull away

parched, lithic dry…

your pernicious passion contrived

in clandestine contrast

to the sky

which thereafter floods blue

from tears

bathing

true

 

The Diary

perhaps

I did walk a mile in your shoes

borrowed as you slept

your soles

mine to peruse

finding a hole

in my argument

and blistered egos

like the chafed, constricted toes

of this awkwardly penned prose

 

perhaps

I did lay open your words

splaying book spine

cracking

a page at a time

hearing what you said

not what you meant

now only to lament

the denied comprehension

that invites a heart’s dissention

clutching the diary

 you left behind

Horizon

tonight a final masterpiece

for you paint the sky with a divine touch

brushing watercoloured wisps

with fine sable tip

letting reflections fall

and wavelet mirrors enthrall

 

your fleeting exhalations roll  clouds

toward my horizon

yet I slip further away as the the world turns

momentarily grasping the sun

in my palm

oh, how it burns

 

then return to the place

where the sky kisses the earth’s jagged edge

my love dwelling in granite chasms

and shadowed crevice

for invertebrates

of a nameless kind

Tortured

disturb me not when I write

for I seek answers in the night time sky

between wisped clouds

that pass,

by and by

 

as moonlit parchment draws my quill

poised in shadow

trembling still

a cursive trail of sanguineous ink

tell me true

what dost though think

of these tortured, bloodied late hour pages ?

recounting anguish

on sordid stages

 

 

Image courtesy of M.Korlaet, my beloved sister. State of the art Cinematic rendering technique from a low energy CT Scan. Breathtaking.

A branch’s tale

I sit amongst fallen leaves

achingly curled dry into final poses

over scattered shrivel of scarlet roses

the sun warmth now diminished

as my own

 

what of the diurnal promises of spring?

when I bent proud

grimacing through hail storm sting

just to feel the graces of your summer

 

resplendent in my naïveté

with buds this passion was born

till branch from tree

was

torn

The Human Ark

Two by two they came

up the ramp of a fleeting life

the bitterly disappointed 

the blissfully burdened

the ardently amorous 

fingers entwined, twisted to intricate puzzle form

some with arms swinging with metronome unison

without touch

others looking behind with an uncertain air

halting momentarily

with slight domino sway

 

We stand on the pier 

contemplating 

“Should we pack anything?”

you ask

 

“No, we have all we need”

 

Then slowly up the gangway 

leaving our wide eyed unicorn

motionless on the shore