Blind First Violin

Blind First Violin

And I, want you in my grave

Wanted you in my toy box

You can't see me now

Like I seen you then

mmmm...

And I need you in my storyline

Like all good albatross

And protagonists who fell 

In love with the dragon

I will make a ship

And fold it to a crane

To carry you in my plastic bag

To carry you in my mind

Another okay place you occupied

So you will breath

The air I breath

The dreams I made for you

With burning flames

With burning griefs

I know you will love the bloody rain too

I will clench the world for you

And paint the world in obliques for you

To see

To be besieged

To worship the forgotten histories

And make histories our enemy

Only to redo again

In crimson colours and odalisques

The stars have rising from the shiny sea

In crimson colours you will see, you'll see

January 2025

By Aran Meredith

Poetry Anthology Your Mirrors is Here

Poetry Anthology Your Mirrors is Here

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