Kavan Cardoza
eventually
the icy blue fingers
of reality
creep up unawares
daubing the door posts
with lamb's blood
is no guarantee
of
escaping its grip
being quiet
remaining perfectly still
will not fool it into
softening its grasp
either
reality's tapered fingers
will split one open
like a pod of peas
even those of us who have
manoeuvred the dance
to keep three steps ahead
fall at its faintest touch
This is a very effective comparison.
ReplyDeleteReality is hard to face yet most times it comes and faces us at its own timing, not ours.
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An intense and gripping poem Rall.....great writing!
ReplyDeleteWow, this is powerful, Rall. Especially the door posts daubed with lamb's blood.
ReplyDeleteVery powerful. Loved it to pieces.
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