Absinthe
Stolen
moments scattered like dew drops, upon the onyx window pane.
Searching
For
a distant star, an opal of comfort
The
gale beckoned by a melancholy mirage
Bemuse
me not with your pitiful glance, for I know not how to play your game.
Gasping
for you, a breath is stolen. Sacrifice
like shrapnel to the soul. I fear not
you, but me.
Caged
in pride we walk, in a sublime somnolence,
Side
by side, resplendently, you disappear. The edge is forsaken.
Trapped
in this tunnel, darkness bares down, white light blinding a transfixed terrain.
In
a dark dungeon, we yearn to see clearly, for in dusk lays the truth, the
reality poignant
Piercing without twilight, a dense pathway blanks
our suffocation.
Haze
hums for a sublime mist, so no one shall see.
A
torrential scintilla taunts her to remain blind. The beast of blindness is the
hero.
Bones
unbroken are majestically mounted on the horse’s back. Bore of malice, hallowing
howls
Hover. Jealousy afloat as dalliance dances. The essence creeps untoward a mystical
machine.
Hardened
by floating clouds, rain jolts her. Into
the seraglio the amaryllis unhidden.
Renu
Persaud is a Canadian lecturing professor and writer. Her most recent
book “The Mastery of You” showcases in non-fiction writing with poetic flair
and has been nominated for RBC Taylor Prize and a Governor General's Award. This is her second work published with Ariel Chart.
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Poetry