Read Poem: “A riddle of Breakable things”, by Janine Parkinson

A love like ours starts out
with one cup of sugar
a teaspoon of thyme

Add a fight,
some words unkind
we sit broken, cracked, poached

Resting in silence, stirring
your pointed finger, stabs
Oozes yellow

The sunset
replaced with slapping wind
of the right

Carry me quietly,
My love.

Out to sea
deep in this shallow
I stir in your leash

You led me
Tie my boat
to your golden shore

Dull my sweetness
with stale milk and cumin
Set the clock forward

Forget you
Forget us

Forget Humpty Dumpty
and the stampede of all your King’s Men


Author: poetryfest

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