Bridge
So dream on sunless summer, dream on
The world will not stop you
The uncold winter and the autumn
Without colour
Spring coiled in unfulfilled hope
Our seasons stagger
Not recognising themselves
From one year to the next
Over the bridge to the other side of the
Thames, a woman walks slowly,
Head down, the corpse of the evening
Heavy upon her, the first hints of morning
Red, visceral, as she walks unsteadily
Towards them, no longer knowing who or
Why she is, only her steps tell the time,
The black river flows beneath, and
Catches her body with ease.
Copyright © Paul James | Year Posted 2017
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