I’ll be your home

These days are cold,

And my blood congeals in my veins to form a thick, electric-blue paste

That refuses to budge, and clogs my arteries

My movements are slowed, and my thoughts addled

So unwind me


Help my veins to open and my blood to thaw

For I am the coldest air,

The most deserted alleyway,

The most painful silence


I’ll bring the wooden planks

If you’ll come along with your strong arms and chest

To build me new


I could be your sea-side cottage,

Your mountain chalet,

Your city-centre apartment or even

The place where your children will be raised, your home


I’ll lower my voice and intensity,

Try to counter my bestial instincts,

Drown out these percussive, industrial noises,

Soften these clinical, piercing, calculating eyes


Maybe then I’ll travel unnoticed,

Incognito and unrecognisable

But what am I hiding from?

21/06/2015 (16:11)


3 Comments Add yours

  1. Noora says:

    Fine poetry – very moving work!


  2. elainajhunt says:

    This is incredible, indeed!

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Nicodemas says:

    A wonderful poem!

    Liked by 1 person

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