Sunday, 21 December 2014

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

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