Poet

Poet

 

 

My breath and blood,

my spiritual soldier,

death expresses itself

then ends to find another muse.

Hold me in your form,

unoffended, know I am

capable of true choice,

planting colours before unseen.

 

My last call, I am withdrawing,

weakening, biting a bitter morsel.

Darkness is a hymn, infiltrating

my subconscious.

 

I will take the globe and smash the sphere,

my boundless exemplary love, lover

of the embracing midnight, star light and roses.

 

I have no customs I am determined to keep.

I will give up all my rituals, my summer garden

to walk again, with you, on fire.

 

 

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Copyright © 2022 by Allison Grayhurst

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Published in “Al-Khemia Poetica” August 2022

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Published in “Raven Cage Zine #70” June 2022

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