Wednesday, 24 May 2017
Anatomy
Spring reaches into me
With mnemonic tendrils
That seek
Never bloom
Milky reflection
The self-absorbed face
Of the pound
shrinks
expands
Spring reaches
into me
With cold,
double-jointed fingers
She knows
My anatomy.
Knows that beyond
The ribcage
She might still grab
My heart
As it hangs
An upside-down robin
Obstinate child
She'll hide
In the emptying well
Until time
Has lost
It's withered crown
Of bluebells
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