Home    Subscribe    Contact    Login

On the Death of a Past Love

by James Walton (follow)
On The Death of a Past Love

The honey in your hair mixed
morning’s brew, that old cassette player
held us suspended, above lanes weaved
by another century. I would go back
knowing it was my turn to change the tape,
fix the twist with a pencil.

A trapped soloist sobs out of tune
all this cello noise in a rib cage.
How the world rose grating then,
against a lidless basket of us when
my feet were too flat to resist the draft,
but my hands found you.



James Walton
I like this Article - 5
Share: email  facebook  twitter
More Articles by James Walton
3 likes
2 likes
3 likes
view all articles by James Walton
ID: 29778
[ Submit a Comment ]
Trending Articles
1 like
3 answers
8 likes
5 likes
5 likes
Categories
Featured on Other Hubs
As well as being a way to create warm garments and rugs, knitting can have health benefits
5 likes
 
Copyright 2012-2017 On Topic Media PTY LTD. ABN 18113479226. mobile version