Escape
stumbling badly
pausing on the precipice
of complete collapse
–
smooth sailing
seeking freedom
from consequence
stumbling badly
pausing on the precipice
of complete collapse
–
smooth sailing
seeking freedom
from consequence
the Scottish highlands
a castle ruin, moss, and stone
rising from the moors
–
falcons take wing
moonlight ripples
on the loch
well seasoned hardwood
crackles and hisses as it
slowly turns to ash
–
rolling seas
a cigarette cupped
against the wind
clinging to the flames
my mortal sins escape me
carried by the wind
–
absolution
casting bread
upon the water
small talk in their booth
a dinner plate shatters and
she’s back in Iraq
–
turning winds
a yearling doe
prepares to bolt
thin walls, raised voices
across the street, it’s last call
in my third floor flat
–
crow on a gaslight
fog blanketing
cobblestones
a fire in the hearth
the snap of the autumn air
echoes in the flames
–
dying coals
fire orchids
in full bloom
awash in the tide
a ruined galleon lists
her cannons askew
–
prevailing winds
limping home
on torn sails
as night turns to day
the glow of the morning star
hidden by the dawn
–
last night’s coals
by my breath
flare to life
alone in the woods
dry rustling leaves in the wind
the snap of a twig
–
sear grasses
fueling the
inevitable