My obdurate spine

Posted: May 7, 2013 in Free Verse Poetry, My Journey
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scented petals have fallen

our flower has passed

we are but a pallid shadow

of loves bounty

we walk and we talk

in foreign tongues, through divided lands

highlands and lowlands

empty deserts and thorny forest

you catch my infrequent smiles

ignoring frowns so deep, they crack

the foundations of your soul

stubbornly weak, yet refusing to yield

I seize my shield of obscure books

never your wonted hand

bold words, fashioned as spears

I use against your advance

our bed, flowerless, barren, scentless

tender upon, eye, bone and flesh

a hard back I lay against you

my obdurate spine

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© Paul Nichol 2013

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