Fate and Shadows *

A brief departure from my regular short and succinct style... a poem about romance and expectations.

You are the black figure in the fog of my mind. 

I see no features and yet the idea compels me. 

Maybe you sit up at night and stare out of the 

window with your star lit eyes. And it's possible

that you've trained your hands to sow warm

garments that could cloak us both on lazy 

Sunday afternoons. Do you ever take walks by

yourself - really just cherish the winds kiss 

or acknowledge the vast blue sky and how 

endless it is? 

Do you treat your friends kindly? Are their 

empty hearts still beating because they 

are following the example of your refusal to

submit to the cynical musings of our common

modernity? You are moved by the suffering

of others and there is a part of you that will

never capitulate; the abandoned homeless 

take the coins from your fair hands. Volun-

teering at a food bank, you're the champion

of some cause. 

Have you struggled? In some profound way. 

Seen some hardship. Is there a volume of

poetry compiled in the tranquil interludes, 

when you could gather yourself? And try to

heal? The delicate jewellery - ornate pearls

- it's no cosmetic adornment but a sentimental

talisman; perhaps it's a cherished loved one

that you wanted to solidify. You aren't

so eager to see them become a faint memory.

Slightly more trivial... yet I'm still quite

curious. How do you take your coffee? Or

is it tea? Do you delight in that first morning

mug and breathe in the aromas? Like you're

partaking in a ritual? Would a smile spread

across your face as you begin to wake 

and think about the tasks ahead? And are

you still in those cosy pyjamas that you

slept in? 

Right now you are a silhouette, an abstract

being in my mind. But - and I guess the

excitement dwells in this - it's feasible 

that you're also a real person, out there,

with your arms wrapped around the wrong 

man. Every time you close your eyes 

there's a stranger that you're longing for.

One day we might meet. 

Imagine that. 

Reviews

[Samael]

EaSy to take things for granted- don't think about the things in life often enough to give it a second thoight

[A. Musing]

I adore this. It's like you're calling out to your twin flame, and you're wondering what they're like.

I also did the same, without realising, just wondering about them and if/when we would meet. I met him, and bloody hell do your questions finally get answered.

He likes his coffee black and sweet.

Thank you, I thoroughly enjoyed it.

[C Peril]

Hi A,

So appreciative that you took the time to read this and leave the feedback because it's a bit of a departure from my traditional style and (for undisclosed reasons) the subject matter feels quite tender and raw at the moment.

So glad to hear you found your fated stranger in the shadows. Looking forward to reading some of your work as soon as I get a moment.