Herringbone

““Do your blood glows blue in the dark?””

I hear a red herring bone falling

Falling into the shallow sea

There’s a hangman on the herringbone

Watch your step while you fell

Send me to the emerald clouds*

Elixir of bespoke banalities

Look out-look down-march backward

Dust is what all dreams are made of

Fix a drink made of twisted fates

Cheer up in distressed depravities

Moonlit courtyard across broken corridor

Crisscrossed bywords of a bygone age

Dissect the line into a string of dots

Tempered red glassy rain

Do you desire to stop wanting

Do you aspire to halt the breath still

While you are trapped in an eternal musing

Seek the darkness, whence lights are made of

By the furrow there’s a long shadow

Looted moonlight unbidden farewell

The phantoms of tilt-shift fantasies

By any other passing names

I hear a red herringbone falling

Falling into the waterless sea

Undream me, and cast a shadow

On the sidewalk a side profile

Silhouette of smoke save the time

While I pale in perfect drowning

Mind the hangman on the herringbone

While you fell to the emerald clouds

Take a stride by the river lane

Trapped in red glassy rain

12.2020.

By Aran Meredith

©The two images appearing here belongs to Malenonn, “The shadow is my lover“, 2013.