Sunday 15 January 2017

RED

I let my feelings drip
Onto the blank canvas
And colour it black
With the darkness
Held secret
In the corners of my soul
Zoetically dead.

Until you went
Through my unwary heart
In from the front
And out the back
And the drips turned red.

Until the canvas
Got painted
With the poetry
That was my life
In a black palette, that bled…..

MS




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