Mark Totterdell /THREADS/

THREADS

He heard the sea,
stared at the tar,
the hated trash,
the dear red star.

He’d shared her head,
she’d trashed the date.
He’d shed rash tears
at her hard hate.

He’d had her heat,
Her hatred’s dart.
She had the hardest,
hardest heart.

The rest? A shard,
a shred, a dearth,
a death. He treads
the sad red earth.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s