The Binding

We were forged, in anguish

Amid the ashes of a fickle fire

Thrust into a form we could not sustain

Molten into being, shell-shocked lovers wept.

 

As one, we cried

Fed the rivers

That swelled around us

Bonded, in vain

Lost in the depths, we died.

 

The path not taken, mummified

A future shaken, entombed

This relic: to be buried in the shallows

A grave immune, to the wiles of time.

 

Scratched and clawed

It unravels

Nostalgic bones laid bare

Encased in flesh-seeped earth. We follow

A shrine to the binding, to grief’s decay

An ivory idol, its promises hollow.

Reviews

[Chris]

You've a story lived to deal with and so few to listen...

[olla]

the soul cries out.. wondering where we come from and where we go.. knowing we will not know.. until we do know.. or not.. your work is very good.. welcome to the café..