Faithless

Like yesterday's poem, this is another one that speaks for itself:

Faithless

Wedding bells’

Last toll

Evaporates

Beneath the threadbare sky.

 

The ancestral headstone,

The final resting place

For a blasphemous bouquet

Disguised as respect.

 

Fires of welcome

Flare joyfully for guests

But the soothsaying chimney smoke

Woefully whispers the future

Into the dusk,

Unnoticed,

But for one.

 

Preying

With vulpine

Velvet

Luring tongue,

Plagiarised promises of paradise.

 

Offended eyes become blisters

Witnessing the frantic friction

Of loveless lies.

 

The embrace of hot water

Is unconditional and complete,

Coaxing salt streams

To dilute,

Dilute

 

The sting of brine healing

Begins

Thank you for reading. Heather Taylor