Hieroglyphics

Hieroglyphics

After our sleep
in bear caves,
my lover
brushes his hair
in wind combs.
I am inside,
using the
last daylight
as a lamp.
I scratch our
hieroglyphics
in the hard stone.
The bats stand
upside down
in red stars
of cold dark.
I etch pictures
cut alone,
white laurels,
in heavy blooms.
Pieces of dirt
crumbling,
through the cracks.
It is cold here
and empty.
The air too damp.

Reviews

[holly]

I love this type of writing: almost reportage, a feeling of diffidence playing counterpoint to the images of dissolution and loneliness. It suggests the feelings, doesn't bash us over the head with them. Elegant.

[cest la vie]

What will the hieroglyphics say?
Such a feeling of sadness and despair here..

Perhaps the writing on the wall will break the damp spell..

[Jibey]

It feels like a sad time that brings no delight, only the search for meaning and understanding