Something for the week ahead

Looked across the Atlantic and was reminded of this poem.



Diving Deep

Apart from "this" all was ideal.

This thing that lurks unspoken.

The thing does not appeal

To such warm-hearted closeness,

Nor to the deep trenches of desire.

Where somewhere, lost and broken,

Love dived - to there expire

In pools of darkness.

Lost beneath the ragged outcrops

Of sharp-tongued coral

That, now and again, would drop

A single crushing word

Into still depths of hate.

Beyond where light can reach,

Where joy turns into fate,

And life marks down the lesson it will teach. 

(First published in issue 14 of Wayfinder magazine)