The Root and the Flower

the lowest path of your heart is broken

 

the soaring walls of cool granite

sweep a gentle rose coloured shadow

across your breast

(like mountains staked out in the sun)

 

the snow-covered courtyard

Of your heartache raises a lonely aspect

 

until soon a sunrise cuts a scarped path

into a serpentine, lilac sunset

and the slight moisture

that falls and dries up quicker

than the tears of a woman’s decline

falls into the light that suddenly

hurls itself into the distance,

like a train hurling itself again

into the darkened, steel tunnel

Reviews

[Corset]

what a fantastic bit of writing, I especially enjoyed the visual stimulus, how it falls like tears then hurls like steel.

[Jessica Lynn Polley]

Wow amazing imagery in this poem. It feels tragic but I love the delivery. Your use of earth, weather, light, and dark to describe the changing of moods and places were well placed and painted such an amazing picture. Great write!