Monday, 3 November 2008

Upright

I wait for her.
Every afternoon
I stand
untouched 
shipwrecked
in silent monotony.
Relief
months later
when they bring the axe. 
It frees my voice
into polyphonic fire.

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This poem was inspired by the Monday Mural photo prompt from 2nd November at poefusion.blogspot.com Thanks to Michelle for the spark.