Poetry: a modern sonnet

Wire

 

A budding flower choked by tensile wire

The beauty of a heart’s discordant ache

Dark eyes pull me to run through open fire

Eternal wounds: a path I always take

 

Your touch brings heat that scorches, stains my skin

On fragile parchment, scars you gently paint

Tiptoed tightrope I walk, as air grows thin

A daisy chain that binds: my love’s constraint

 

I lose myself amongst your starry sky

This blissful pain that rings through songbird voice

My brain will whisper ‘don’t, it’s all a lie’

Re- read the book: I still make the same choice

 

For as your face appears, defiled by rain

The fear to fall will wash away again

 

-Wire, BM- 24.03.18 

 

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