Cinders

A fall too far,
Too far … and
Far too fast
From a wall
Too Heaven-high tall:
From butterfly belle brilliance
To double-dull
Dust.

It’s rocket-rate race
From rock to ruin;
Too quick,
Too Devil-drive quick,
From pistol-shot
To tape:
From innocence
To grief.

Sudden-slap
Midnight-shock realisation;
Slipper slip
Staircase sprint
Takes little time,
Maybe none,
But it’s all
The time you had.
Before returning
To cold ashes
Once more.

30/12/2012

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3 thoughts on “Cinders

  1. assia7 says:

    In a while, a life

  2. glynfedwards says:

    an ample amount of alliteration. nice poem. all the best in new year. Glyn

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