Kintsugi

Undulation is the first to go

To the memory that we hold dear

To the memory thinly veiled and transformed

Into lightness on water

Blue night, grey clouds, blue hours

Play me like a colour switch

Or the missing pencil from the set

Suspect number six

I vie for the vial not for the wine

Suddenly we became modes

The chords that were not just right

Suddenly we started to dance

All dilapidated serenades

Like characters in an etching

That is preserved by redrawings

Ink is spilled so is the powder box

All across the labyrinth

There is no monster here

Only an evil book that bite

A hare, and you and me

The dying scene is so pretty

It's a shame I still haven't finish the book

But time will tell, so we won't

August 2023

By Aran Meredith