Tuesday Tunes – Poetry Through Music, #35, 2016

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[Inspired by Sóley’s “Blue Leaves”:]

Scattered leaves, dead

and dying, littered

at her feet – numerous as

the memories between them.

A boot to step, to crunch

upon the past: satisfying.

Often they’d wandered

here, this very path, fingers

trailing blossoms, verdant leaves,

then plucking berries from

the bush (a dangerous task, skin

bloodied with juice,

with blood from thorns;

though he’d suck them clean, either way).

A breath, a sigh

clouding out: miserable mist

of living, unlike

that shared history.

Treading on, legs heavy,

limbs weary with the knowledge

(still painful)

that no seasons yet stood ahead.

Their love was well past

decay of winter,

firmly withered;

simply dead.

[Copyright © N R Nolan 2016]