Featured Poem: “Old, Torn Lace”

This is in my own opinion one of the best pieces I’ve ever written. I like it so much in fact, that it has ended up in not just one, but two of my poetry collections. “Confessions of the Cold Light of Dawn“, as well as “Denmark’s Daughter“.

It emerged from the deep sadness I feel at the current state of the planet, which led me to reflect on what exactly we are, and how we can exist for so short a time (in cosmic terms) and yet cause so much havoc.

Old, Torn Lace

Old, torn lace
hanging draped
over a sunkissed face.

We’re old as a species
though the planet thinks us young.

Paint that scales
off house facades –
crackled pavements
worn by decades.

Weathered, wooden fences –
weathered, broken tiles.
Weathered, petrified
concrete – stretching miles.

Stiff, unbending people.
Feet that keep on coming.
Weathered fossils clinging –
wanting to stay young.

Green sprouts are tearing
at concrete coffin-spaces
leaving old, torn lace
meshes in their places.

We’re old as a species
though the planet thinks us young
and sooner than both know
we shall have been and gone.

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