The world ended at dusk on a Sunday.
A mournful dusty red sun slowly dying
behind a cold silver barbed wire fence.
The child fractured into two at twilight.
A free barefooted spirit plays on a farm
as his clenched jawed mirror splinters.
The fabric that is love ruined in summer.
A slender, muted coloured, knotted cane
engraving painful abandonment in pairs.
The arrival of autumn leads the homeless.
A cavernous emptiness growing gradually
at the fortified gate of disappointment.
The doomsday crib of survival completed.
A protective shell to hide what is valuable
from the gnarling looters at witching hour.
The flowers of bereaved bloom in black.
A crude altar hastily erected in memory
of the premature death of the childhood.
This is one of my favourite pieces. The imagery is original, dark, and surreal. Very well done. Cheers!
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I actually went to boarding school for most of my childhood and adolescent years (grade 3-12). I often wonder if I would put my own kids in boarding school too. I had a good experience, but not every kid in my school did, so I can understand that can be difficult for some. I just wrote a post about my experience in boarding school so that part jumped out at me 😀 loved your post – beautifully written.
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