Bruce McRae \ Monsoon 2015
Along the Darkened Path
And the wind is sad
and the moon is sad
and the flowers are the very thing
that is sorrow.
I last saw you among the lines and wires.
Blood poured through you and out,
every Christmas come to an end,
summer never to arrive again,
your soap opera over.
Sad-eyed, the birds circled the air.
They crossed themselves
and parleyed français.
They prayed for a good death,
their despair supernatural.
The sun came along and wept pure gold,
the river of life a mordant water.
Somewhere, carnivals and capers,
a jade sea rushing to a colourful shore.
But here, even the trees are miserable.
Their tears are green.
The willows are weeping.
Pushcart nominee Bruce McRae is a Canadian musician with over 900 poems published around the world. His first book, The So-Called Sonnets, is available via Silenced Press and Amazon. To see and hear more poems go to ‘BruceMcRaePoetry’ on YouTube.