Tethered Love

Tethered Love, poem by Mel A ROWE

You’re

scratching at hidden scars

plucking on unstrung guitars

re-freezing my halo of thorns

& lowering it over like a noose

beneath the wild rose moon

of a love once tethered

upon the ladder top

ready to leap

to become a cemetery secret

that made the ghosts too scared to speak

.

don’t dare

whisper of a future

carried in sun trails of dust particles

spreading the silenced news

.

spare saying

the grace of honesty & trust shared

is as easy as the daily rising

sun of tomorrow

.

sorry, but

you remind me of somewhere

I’ve could’ve, should’ve,

& don’t dare be…

again.

 

(100 words)

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