I have had a new poem, Rapture, published in Deep Water Literary Journal.
This fabulous new journal seeks to "become a haven for those who write about
and produce artworks interpreting Darkness, whatever that may mean to the
creator of the work".
Their first issue for the year is themed 'Loss' - it contains some
fantastic artwork, fiction, and poems. You can read mine below, or at
Deep Water here.
Looking through clear eyes
of imminent death, time
is a ponderous fruit,
hanging heavy and swollen
in her pendulous swinging basket.
Globular and over-ripe
she blooms with all the days
you will not see,
a still life of
without witness, unconsumed.
God, to take just one more
bite, and this time really savour
the sweet juices running
down the face
and the fingers sticky
and tingling with
the messiness of it all –
would be a rapture.
But, no matter:
we must carry on without her,
disentwining from this world
despite the drive to cling and cling and
aching from the amputated
limb of our projections, we are roused
by wise compulsion to accept
life has been spent,
and we must move on, relentlessly
on, without choice leaving
all those little things unsaid,
without choice shedding
the slithery skin that houses us,
but locks us in, and further
our very sense of selves
must fall in cascades of disguise,
unravelling us for – the chill surprise!
of running naked, out into the rain.