Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2010

Lovers Old Clothes

by Heather Evans



Lovers long leap


From faith to folly


Wrap tightly, like limpets


On a waning tide


 


To death they hang


For mind to mend


Their fettered love


Like mended clothes


 


They wear thin


Like life itself


You cannot forestall


The coming of night


 


Accept your rotting clothes


And cast them off


Go naked, free


With the turning tide


Added: 14.01.2010

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