True Stories

3 Poems From Life Events

Loud Magic

The magic speaks only louder still
Trails throughout wills and want
goes under yonder seeking thrill
Due to your joyless covenant

Not much use suppressing water
It will rush over you come the tide
Much like that is our magic
That finds you er you hide

Nothing

I pointed my foot - stuck one toe out into the dark
where I let it hover to feel the unfamiliar -
it seemed that it would come out and grab my foot
& suck me into nothing.
But nothing happened, nothing at all.
In the same way:
I have cast my vote on our leaders,
but my leader stays mute.
I have looked around the corners of city hall,
into static empty space.
I have watched black slits of diplomatic cars
slide by invisibly.
For all those things my heart expected some catharsis,
re-found courage.
Instead I’ve found the silence of censorship
and a deafening sound of nothing.

The Why & The Rain

The question about existence hovers over our heads while, actually,
we already exist.
The blood - the skin - the rivers - the soil.
That round, round feeling of rain that comes down on the domes of our heads.
And reminds us of this now.
The short scramble for cover.
As someone that exists perfectly next to us
ask us why we hide from the rain.
And we will wonder why they don’t.

Bryony Burns

The Whale Song

For all the dead that long to rise from their graves
to warn future worlds of their fates,
about the anxious hours and poor mistakes,
now there is only the sickly silence of the deep dark sea.
And those vast floating bodies of lamenting whales that sing their eulogy

Pic. estylos.com. Poem B. Burns

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