Bordeaux Bay

Bordeaux Bay
Watercolour by Tony Taylor http://www.paintingbreaksguernsey.com

Wednesday, 10 June 2015

LOVE AND DEATH (AGAIN)

In my previous post I remarked that the subjects of love and death tend to preoccupy me when I write. 
This poem started life as a love poem but I was dissatisfied with it and later rewrote it as the very different one you'll see below.
Maybe it's still a love poem.



 
RED UMBRELLA

It rained.
You held a red umbrella high,
leaned into me and whispered,
Sod the rain.
I realised that something had begun
that was unstoppable.

Time’s devoured
a lifetime of embraces since that day.
Now pain spreads like a red umbrella
as you lean into me.
The pillow, like an angel’s wing,
kisses my bloodless lips.


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