18 Jan 2018

Birth Panes


A light of other days
gleaming wanly
from no glass.

Conspicuous by an absence
locked and shuttered against
times arrows.

Sparrows flutter and nest
picking spiders from cracks
fertilising the beds.

I see flaws
in your plan creeping
tendrils hiding scarlet rust.

Red marrow against bone white
pale shades move
amongst the fronds.

Hobs nails strike sparks
Beneath locked botany
faux goddesses and lost captains.

Watch over these weathered days
shall we meet again

within or without ?