Wednesday 18 October 2017

Swan Lake Sanctuary

I have stood
At this makeshift altar
Where arborists preach
To the clueless and converted
The lake below
Was once a dumping ground
For the old winery’s dregs
Or so I have heard
Here, eagles, blackbirds, ducks, geese
But no swans,
Find sanctuary,
Mating for life
This is where he and I came,
Him capturing me
Through his lens
Somehow he saw into the future
Our bodies facing each other
Saying, “I will plant myself
Here with you”
Letting our roots intertwine
See what grows;
We both shifted our schedules
To be here,
Altered our agendas,
Let the past sink
Into the dark earth;
Around our feet,
Tumble petals
From aged bouquets
Of ruby and rose      
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October 4, 2017

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