ELEGY Poem: Lost, by Emma Wells

A thin tether
links us;
we are whispers of breath
lost in the breeze;
a muted love
shrouded in shade;
a rare butterfly found in darkness,
floundered, flightless,
leadened by torn wings.

Deepest ocean
locks our secret;
a coin spinning
in the omniscient hand of a demigod:
once struck alive by sunlight
but it burnt too brightly
scorching fingertips,
keenly dropped
as too blatant a mirror
reflecting spoken honesty
into fathomless ink,
dissolving through time,
its chiselled sea-salt truth.

Sometimes, becoming rarer,
I glimpse its turning sheen
whilst its gilded sides
reach for flimsy heaven
yearning to be held,
seen, understood, gifted as it is;
a true marvel of love,
layered in bewitching folds;
its obsidian velvet
coats bedrock,
blanketing the world to sleep
with a false, nocturnal face
painted shut
by brushstrokes
of webbed sadness.

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