HOW CAN I PRETEND: PART 3

HOW CAN I PRETEND ? PART 3 Pretence lies coffined as Spring makes a call early chincherinchees kissing late winter’s wind knowing empty cupboards will be filled once more perceptions of another timeline where artful wiles and emotionless inserts receive no nods of approval My Love stands oaked in cerebral signature unashamedly chiffon unmoved before North-South, East-West Buddha and Serapis in a visiting vitalising hug I can turn another way it is no longer rot I have to transmute for a hidden litre of milk which Magdalened I easily found, crooked nails still blooming morning glories or geraniums or rescuing some lavender shoots from resultant turmoils of deceit wherever Beloved sends this one she cannot pretend How can I not tear layers when this was written with guinea fowl quills in Merlin’s wooded enclave where he fed nasturtium, fresh figs alongside almond nectared nectarines whilst giving last minute lessons in alchemising migraine and manic depression ? So finally I stand in my powerful ancestral truth accepting all parts of my sick sob stories sad including painting limbo lesbians who enticed leaps from my tender heart then drew daring daggers as only Christ lingered above oozing His “Don’t Fear, Sweet ! They know not what they do” Pretence lies coffined Cold ©GhairoDanielsPoetry& Song2024