Further Poems

[Anthony]

Here goes another. Tell me what you think.
Ant.

CONSOLIDATION

But my garden never
did grow that Rose;

The Rose that is seen
but never touched,
with the thorns that
prick but never moved a
heart to sorrow.

Had I seen it, I
would have smothered it
until the Rose had diminished
into the petals I see now in
the wormy gutter.

But you see, my garden
never did grow that Rose -
that most untouchable and perfect Rose.


THE LONGING STILL REMAINS

He brought me a
burning heart, that screamed for
a body worthy of its fire;
with his eyes set on the
coldness of stone and
his fingers in the mire.

And the longing still remains.

She brought me an
encaged magpie, that sang
of darkness and of light;
with her eyes reflecting
her song encaged within
the bars of her own plight.

And the longing still remains.

They brought me a
cup of the Resurrected Blood,
that asked for a mouth so pure;
they left my mouth calling for
them, when they discovered
there was no cure.

And the longing still remains,
along with the shackles and the chains.

 

[The Wanderer]

...thorns that
prick but never moved a
heart to sorrow.

very clever.