If the Sun Should Someday Stir the Cauldron
Jealous are my delusions;
demons possessive and breathing
with persistence personified — myself
in woes and throes of sorrow
seeing not so much as a sky-high tender tea light
through the crocheted canvas of darkness
even as your searchlight searches in vain
for a flash amidst the chop of frothy broken crests
it grows ever dimmer
across iceberg seas addicted to soundless sadness
smile’s slain, a face frostbitten;
even while I vow to thaw icy veins
destined to be drained
if the sun should someday stir the cauldron…
I secretly seize the freeze
for I cannot abstain
from the dark matter of my mind
Susan Ashley
August 17, 2019
Copyright © Susan Ashley | Year Posted 2019
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