The Poetry Marathon

I rush to your grave.

A fool looking for love.

That can never come again.

I kiss your cold lips, goodbye.

The sky has cried its coldest rain.

I kiss your cold lips goodbye.

I cover your face in a shroud of love.

Then a river of mud fills the land.

I spend the night dreaming of love.

That can never come again.

I try to move on.

but your ghost lingers on.

I watch yesterdays stars.

A fool looking for love.

As l watch it dance away.

In the arms of deaths, the end.

– s.j.duncan –

Fire dances from his fingertips,

laughter crackles from his throat

and l am drawn, a fool to his flame.

when I wake, I am scorched,

a prisoner wrapped in darkness,

without stars to light the way.

– s.j.duncan –

My eyes follow, watching the places my breath craves,

hungers to brush as it whispers from my lips.

I take you home in my dreams,

caressing your skin, laughing at our need.

yet I stand across a crowded room and love,

doesn’t know my name.

• s.j.duncan –

This earth, she burns my feet

she swallows me in her endless seas

she spews me, fire heated and flowing.

I push my snake like body to the ocean

I rest, l grow, l sleep, I am time becoming history.

She sings to me, a murmur against my skin,

and l fly a spirit in her wind, dive, drift, flow.

Hi, l am Sandra Duncan from Australia, this my first attempt at the Poetry Marathon,  l have been writing poetry for as long as l remember, these days mostly on instagram.