Friday, September 28, 2012

An Ebb

I thought
That laying naked
On a frozen lake
As dawn broke
Was metaphorically as low as it got...
Lost; cold and lonely
Unprotected; exposed
As blue as blues can be...
I never knew
That dawn - that small hope rising;
Would bring
Enough gentle heat to melt a little ice
Ice that creaks; cracks
Plunging I into darkness below
Down further
To tangle breathless amongst weeds
Blinded by silt and muck
All options gone