Tag: Poetry

Encrusted in the corner, thirteen years’

resignation and leftovers nibbled 

on by mites and her son’s muffled demurs—

he lives not on bread alone, but chewed words

unturned, unlike the rounds he makes around

the flat—enchained unto bed frame, his sake.

I squeeze wet sponge with soap and scrub annul 

long layers pent, rust-toned spirit bits break,

resist a cringe at dirt congregating

on kitchen floor doing their liturgy,

they are offerings in exchange for nothing

but every gift rotten and good deceased;

finally, first light—a grey tile like night dissolved to dawn—sore arms lift in delight.

One step further felt a step too far

past destination sign miles behind—

how long did shepherds trudge in winter

between announcement and touching divine,

or did it feel before the unfolding womb,

like flowers blooming into blood-red figs,

emptied out, waiting room or nascent tomb?—

yet, I was nowhere, as if transfixed

in Challenger Deep, but to plunge forward,

stabbing fears like unseen hedges surround, 

though assured I’ve not stumbled on corpses 

and one man has lived to tell what he’s found.

When at last I saw the familiar path, 

every iota of my flesh leapt and laughed. 

The moment the light broke the atmosphere—

a swirling seal of lost hopes, curses and fears—

 

the sky unrolled into a dark canvas, 

earth and dust ripped open as if in thirst:

 

a vulture dropped the dead, its beak agape;

a sea lion stopped its chase of a school of hake;

 

a wolf broke its fang on a trudging bison; 

a shepherd saw his sheep in a speleogen;  

 

the retina of a pilot went aflame; 

a man with dementia recalled his wife’s name; 

 

a chef laid down his knife, staring at the screen;

a pregnant woman’s dress unravelled at its seams; 

 

a cobbler hit a final nail through a sole; 

the jacuzzi of a tycoon ceased to flow; 

 

an artist splashed crimson over her sculpture; 

stones split apart in the Holy Sepulchre; 

 

the moment was not lost on the few who yearned,

not recognised by those who never learned,

 

and not welcomed by those who did but refused, 

but there it was, and none shall be amused.