The streets surrender to the helpless –
the heat oppressive in its intensity;
and soggy people drown the pavements
their panting dogs prowling for attention
as the sun mottles the glass –
forbidden secrets
hidden on reflection.
With tolerance obliterated by proximity
I am quick to escape –
to where the stone carvings
massive in their tributes
frown skywards towards the gods.
The airless humidity perplexes
every step wading through a haze of suffocation
with a hesitation to read the epitaphs of love,
craving the green under the Yew
resplendently peaceful in its solitude.
But there is nothing there –
nothing, but an empty space
and the ashes of an ancient wisdom –
Modern Man and his desire for destruction
having fired a burning bush all his own.
Gathering up the wood dust
my fingers choke with the inexplicable loss,
then on the burst of a breeze
I let the ashes fly free
the ashes of a wanton devastation
and me.
SM©2021
Written in response to the prompt wordle#247
Words given and included:
Obliterated, Forbidden, Render, Airless, Frown, Hesitation, Quick, Stone Carvings, Massive, Burst, Perplex.
One unused: Astrology
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