6 Imix
Red Rhythmic Dragon
I descend at the Height of Day
Mind awake
Eyes wide open –
I find dead my Maidenhead
The Land of Love strewn with Bones
Dry white Skeletons sitting on Stones –
Life decayed/ Care delayed
Turns Landscapes deathly gray
Wind blows through Bones –
Sounding moans both high and low
For Years and Generations
No Family here –
Bones alone
Shame eats the Flesh of Love
A gaping Maw of guilty Acts
Consumes the Meat that might sustain us –
Furies - Harpies dive
To take the Smile from smiling Lips –
A Hand too frightened to caress
Hits hard and hits again
Hearts break open –
Red Rage roars -
Hear the Breeze
Blowing on Bones –
Too little Tenderness too late
Can neither stop the Wind
Nor alter Fate.
©Kleomichele Leeds
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