Threads

I want to wear jewels
and armour glittering
reel in the threads
of a life story
examine them for truth
and lies deliberately told

candles burn, time comes and goes
strings of story
beaded with ballad
abandoned notes
sing in the night wind
truth and lies deliberately told

search the sky for the fingernail moon
ghostly stand-in for the real thing
since you returned – again
you fade, floating, frail

people who don’t know you see only
a fox moonlighting on the lawn
sitting still in caravan shadow
as if she is not there

loose ends flutter, knots loosen
the moon-path is broken
but, leading away from land,
still lights the winter sea
as if you are not there
truth and lies deliberately told

not a comfortable forest dweller
stumbling in the undergrowth
I look up along the valley
to starlight on the bare mountain
as if you are not there
truth and lies deliberately told
I want to go there
I want to go there

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