The Rusty Gate

the idea that things look like they've stalled or got old etc. but that newness on the other side is all too good to discount, despite niggling doubts to the contrary.

The rusty gate

a reminder

of time

and things past.

The liquid gold 

around your neck

an oily bird in 

Phoenix-resurrection mode

walking through fire

hung off desire!

A sun blistered spoilt coil

signalling cavernous passage

through a hall of mirrors

locked on your gaze;

pall caught by shuddering foil.  

The rusty gate 

itself a transformer 

from underworld lustre

bespeckled in ruby drips

of organic matter

to

the world above where

I stand and wait

at the gate

for you

Author's Note

antidote for wrusty riting!

Reviews

[Kerry O'Connor]

Ooooooh! I love the oily bird in phoenix resurrection.... inspired imagery there.
Yes!! The journey to dark places and back, with you waiting at the gate.... Do I like? Indeed, I do.