White Feather by Stuart Lilley
A strand of life
Unhooked
From place and time;
It holds the secret of flight.
Green dew
Speckled with light
Crashed through distant horizons;
I twirled the feather
Between parched fingers
And followed the wind
To the edge of a cliff.
A whisper tangled its veins
Through the soles of my feet:
Jump…
*
You’ll never know. It’s done. The secret mine.
And how I rage subdued by this obsession!
Unloved, for your denied affection pine,
Having delayed too long this shamed confession.
You’ll never know. Your gratitude would pain.
I’d rather mine was silence. Will be wise,
So from another visit will refrain
And crush this sickness out of passion’s guise.
You’ll never know. I will endure this madness,
This overwhelming need to have you nigh.
Yours will be bliss. Mine only endless sadness…
The gift of life: my surrogate goodbye.
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Ashen skies.
Sober with morning,
Feel my innards shrivel with poison…
I wasn’t meant to hear that you loved another.
A scoriae soul all but frozen…
Overperforming
In disguise.
Eyes gone sere.
Her scent on your skin,
Mocking afterthought come epigram.
I wasn’t meant to hear that you loved another.
Bile crisps up below the diaphragm,
Withering within.
Don’t come near!
*
Storms all
Adhere to a code
Dawn brings
Delivery from fright.
Entangled spectres disappear with the
Night.
Erase all that is past.
Dare fall.
By falling
You will learn how not to fear.
In battle hardened
Know how to rise up.
Nothing will hurt unless you choose to steer
Onto another’s course
When yours abandoned falters.
Not quite awake.
Other concealments linger,
Tormenting morning slumber
With yet to be forgotten dreams.
How many of their number
Await the pen to zinger them into
Truths? Daybreak.
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