Friday, 20 May 2011

Elegy for Mothersday :beyond the ashes

i touch your face,
feeling the uneven path
of creases

running my index finger
on suffering lines leading me
to your eyes

lost in your eyes
abandoned in your weary

leaving the blazing shores
floating on sulphuric tides

ash comes from harbour side
wind still and silent the flakes
paints our faces grey

It’s a place for unresolved tears
I feel unable to propel forward
forsaking a dead embrace

you are sinking
i am drifting about
but all will drown in this weary place

you wasted us both

1 comment:

  1. Well written, Martin. Leaves me feeling so sad.