Dammed up water overflows from a spring
Decorate my face with flowers then!
Bid them leave offerings beneath my eyes
My mouth opens like a fish
There is no meaning in becoming a waterfall
There is no sense in the taste and the swelling
I could water a lily, consecrate an elegy
With tidal ink spatters, make dew form on roses
But I am a broken cleft knifed into a raw rockface
Spurting tears into an unseemly abyss.
Veronica Aldous 2016 All rights reserved.