First Inklings

A Poem by BonnyRivers

I really want a tattoo, some ink to seep deep,

Down into cells ignored.

Something potent, profound, breaking ground.

No colour, that just fades.

Words only remain where creases and folds swallow them up,

In time to spit them out amongst bones flayed.

Sentiments etched in eternity.

© 2018 BonnyRivers

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Added on August 15, 2018
Last Updated on August 16, 2018
Tags: #tatoo, #transcendance

Author

BonnyRivers

Ireland

About

Irish, kind of moody, sort of sad, lots of mad! Secondary school teacher, theology graduate. A teacher once told me I'm a liberal. I'm still wrestling with what that means! Lover of white wine, Autumn.. more..

Writing

Soiled