Poem: Refuge

 

 

Refuge

 

with bouquet

i ran to meet a Love,

but they didn’t want my flowers.

 

my spurned passions

hummingbird-zagged,

erratic as Cupid's dejected heat.

 

i had fallen way down

it was clear

and yet still i climbed,

 

up a crumbling steeple,

to the very summit where  

i reached for that Love again,

so high above me.

 

wet wings of prayer

rode my broken breaths,

and yet 

then

my flypapery tongue 

caught them all

 and said 

no.

no to the one who wasn’t up there.

no to raw faith in such pain.

no to indifference.

i began to wonder  

about a new kind of way,

a better refuge

than the Beautiful Monster.

 

 

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