Monday, December 24, 2012

The Maze of Her Memory





And having drunk to the dregs
Of sorrow’s sour cup
She fumbles flushed, 
Stumbles sloshed
Through the side-streets
And dark damp alleys 
Of the maze of her memory
Red-eyed, weary and wasted
Looking for a lost key

All her pockets have been pulled
All her drawers gone through
And now she is shaking out shadows
Crawling in strange circles
On her hands and knees
Fingers feeling every fissure
Just to find the key

To what is locked inside of him



2 comments:

  1. shaking out shadows--love it! Merry Christmas Mark!

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  2. Merry Christmas Emily.....thank you sooo much.

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