A Mackeral Sky

The taxi is waiting
as early dawn filters through,
I take the cup and rinse,
run my finger along the surface
hoping that my fingerprint
will be imprinted on your mind
forever and a day and maybe more.

I won't be back here for a while
and as you sleep, the effects of wine
still staining in your mind
I'll slip gently through the door,
careful that the dawn breeze
will not ruffle at the blinds
so when you open up your eyes
a few hours from now
You'll carry a picture of me
laughing as we cried last night,
the moon was high
as emotions taut
the kite is cut at last my dear.

I've left the scarf, its silken tears
still binding me to you
as when I close that door
it will raise and rise
then slide inexorably to rest
in the epitaph of us.

The taxi is waiting
dawn is breaking
I leave an indelible mark
that is only visible to us.

Slumber Prince of words
sweet dreams, all those
inebriated promises
were just fish scales in the sky.

Poetry by Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-07-24 at 12:59

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My favourite line is "in the epitaph of us." That's very wonderfully phrased! A well-wrought poem throughout.

Christopher Fernie The PoetBay support member heart!
Dear Elle,

Once again you have captivated my emotions with this beautiful love poem - the French surrealists would have loved it, too.

Sing on, siren!

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
A fine vignette. The voice is unmistakably yours. Is "fish scales in the sky" a colloquialism I don't know? My favorite line is "the kite is cut at last my dear." So it would seem.

Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
Nicely balanced, like a lipstick pink dagger filet mignon. :-)x

Bibek The PoetBay support member heart!
Lovely! It is so picturesque -- even the movements! And the last stanza makes the poem come back to the beginning. A well written full circle!

Katarina Wikholm
the final stanza is superb and suddenly evokes the title

A work of elegance and beauty.