Monday, 28 January 2013
Oh! if I'd known the road was broken --
I would not have breathed the stars,
drowned my head in brackish oceans,
trekked over black earth so far.
God! if I'd known the track was beaten --
I would not have swam through fire,
ate the blood fruit from sweet Eden,
prophesied my funeral pyre.
Ha! if I'd known the path was undone --
I would not have danced with fervour,
engraved myself in shapes of sun,
loved you how I loved the cold air.
I would not have breathed the stars,
drowned my head in brackish oceans,
trekked over black earth so far.
God! if I'd known the track was beaten --
I would not have swam through fire,
ate the blood fruit from sweet Eden,
prophesied my funeral pyre.
Ha! if I'd known the path was undone --
I would not have danced with fervour,
engraved myself in shapes of sun,
loved you how I loved the cold air.
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2 comments:
I really like this Catherine - yet again another very impressive and moving piece of writing.
I love it.
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