of dark and dreary things

not quite so compelling
as the reflection of the moon
on the blade of a knife
if only, if only
not for a hackneyed sense of courage
add on and on to a cautionary tale
a dammit, why not me
back again to cold fear
how does one fill a void
with a child
and the answer continues to remain
a wild cessation of material
and very very carefully

 

“the reflection of the moon on the blade of a knife” is a phrase borrowed from one of my favorite poetesses – Sharanya Manivannan