The Whisky Blot
Journal of Literature, Poetry, and Haiku
We slump under the calm sky, By the bank of the Thames, And weep like grass in a lagoon. Waves crash against us, In the gleaming quiet of the tide Like dawn against darkness. There in the pool of blood, We piece our shadows together, Ebbed in a world of struggle. We cry; we wet the shores Of the bloody Thames, With streams of our broken dreams. We lie on the porch of the sea; Waiting to float along, Slinging towards hopelessness. In the blurred distance, A wave of lifeless bodies litter Upon the waveless sea. Our tears fall like raindrops, Painting the sea yellow, And the sky purple. I hear the hum of the wind In a cocktail of gold and red, And a gloss of floating grief. But nothing grief can stay Upon the tidal sea and moon, Upon the strait of change. I return to my sacred home Where gold leaves strewn the floor, And feel hope surge like a tide. Jonathan Ukah is a graduate of English living in London. His poems have appeared in various journals and anthologies, including the Ohio State University anthology, Dwelling During the Pandemic, published in May 2021; the Poet Magazine's collection on Ukraine, published in April 2022, the Discretionary Love magazine, State of Matter magazine, etc. Comments are closed.
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