Chris@rigdenage

Dissolution

Pain
eddies in the hollow spaces,
swirls round granite words
now submerged

now bare.
Tattered promises, first flung
then current-caught, still
struggle to stay

afloat.
More weary grown, almost
despairing of still waters,
restoration.

 

© Christine Rigden 1989

 


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