Sunday, 24 July 2011

The Fall

You weren't there:
neither was I.

The evidence of
the tape, however,
is unequivocal: there was
an urgent, white crescendo
as the twigs
of the desiccated canopy
crumpled against the sand
followed by
a dark sforzando
as that broken branch
that had stuck out
for so long
like the stump
of a severed arm
buried itself after which
time (as before) continued
on its invisible way

3 comments:

HyperCRYPTICal said...

Wonderful descriptive words that I can't stop reading!

Anna :o]

The Weaver of Grass said...

I like the idea of time travelling on on its invisible way.

Dominic Rivron said...

Thanks for these comments, both!