Poem no. 1: The End
And when you came to me,
It was with soft words –
Gentle to my ear.
Honeyed with need for me –
Dropping from your lips like morning nectar.
Sweet phrases tasted on my tongue.
When you left me here
There was no sense of ending;
Just sour relief.
Cessation from battle.
Time apart to lick our wounds.
Watching a hawk swoop, later,
Silent, focused, over empty autumn fields,
I understood the time was past;
That nature would ebb and flow around me
But our cycle was done.
Love the nature/ecosystem idea in this — especially the honey/mouth imagery that crops back up!
Thank you so much – I’m really glad you enjoyed this poem: I really enjoyed playing with the idea of sweet and sour!
Stunning!
Thank you, m’dear! Nothing like the break-up of a relationship to bring out the old imagery, eh?! 🙂
Deep, Anne
Thank you.