[Byzantine Bindings]

Tuesday, 5 December 2017

Super Moon 2017


last full moon
before winter solstice
clothes memories
in bright white garments
singing fringes

outside
cold air reaches
our stories hearth
upsetting everything
sparks fly catching our throat

coughing and spitting
our way back home
embarrassing lack of green
speaking only charcoal 
silence speaks

what now
when 
only 
this 
remains





What became of us
time
space even
ate up our belongings
left us on the platform
faces full of rusty brown
coal steam smoke
wondering

still breathing
the same air
living or dead
but one time we were there
even if memory fades
impressions tell a truer tale
when time’s tide
shifts the sands

bespoke memories
tailored now when
before
woollen woven  roughness
provided proof of reality
for lacking retelling
we wander about the edges
poking in the leaves

awake
that which lived still lives
nothing is born nothing dies
we dance amid the sparkling
glossy moments
catching and missing the beat
singing whatever comes to mind
(making it up)
and that is more than enough.