10 February 2016

Aforetime

Red velvet the colour
Of our trysts of old,
The whisper of forests
Stories untold.

In darkness we met
Your hound by your side,
In darkness we left
Our heads held high.

But just for a moment
As night met day,
I’d hesitate, linger
Soft the dismay.

The sound of water
Powerful, strong,
The brush of an arrow
Silent, wrong.

A river’s memory,
Gold, russet red,
Your hound beside me
As I laid you to rest.

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