Misfortune
You lie by the copse upon the tomentose fringes of sleep, the
filaments of my ebony
mournful strands still strewn vibrantly upon your bed of repose , as
vibrant as that day you thieved them for your company, as I bartered my soul
that you may again awake in the safety of my chimera,
Your blanket marks that demense — I’m tortured with what your
last thoughts were or — -they may have been the first of your last
“Eternity”, it reads, the eternity we dress with scentless sprigs of hope,
and sabbath espéras that smell of freshly starched tears,
Those half hearted prayers, of happy endings, a litany more for myself
than for you,
because, my eternity is wide awake and searching for peace from the
ever prodding your memory has taken to hobby, and you dream —
reaching out, like the cloying scent of a subtle night flower,
pulling at those loose threads that I had tucked you to rest in,
I don’t understand your obsession with eternity and all these rumours
that mill on of forever and ever…
It seems the copse has made your acquaintance, far longer then I, or
eternity ever will — but will she ever love you much as I do?
Ask her? But I know she will lie, or you just won’t answer — because you
lie still beneath the knees my mind prays upon
your freize framed cenotaph, sightless, has acquired a fixation of
smiling, yet
deaf to my arrival, your eyes fixed on some faraway pasture,
sodden and sowed with the midnight green of everlasting grief
I plead that you speak to me, but your smile erects a barrier, freezing me
in place, exactly where you intended —
to ponder this eternity you chose, as you toil in the pastures on
the fringes of your steadfast vision — watered with the tears of our paradise lost
your,
obsession on the fringes of my awake, your half-mooned smile stirring
the promise you broke — which eternity held you to —
that one lonely
daffodil blooming in the garden of my bouquet, you scented with the
finality — I refuse to honour with your name…
The presentation of one daffodil, connotes misfortune.
Copyright ©. R Tsambounieri Talarantas. May 18, 2020. All Rights Reserved.
