Friday 21 May 2021

Rare

 

Rare

 

 

Something so bloody rare, so really blue,

seared quick, flipped both sides and sealed,

piled lots on both plates, lover, high stakes,

so rare it’s scarcely found in your lifetime,

laid bare see true odds, one to one million.

So precious a gem, so priceless a metal,

blood red porcelain would not compare,

finest bone china in willow patterned story,

we read it in our drowsy sleep and weep.

Slips through your fingers while you watch

like mooring rope tugged by ebbing tides,

boats diverging toward grey horizons wide.

To throw this overboard, would be a crime

unsolved, file all lovers' records over time,

yet still spend long years banged up inside,

contemplate that most love is compromise.

Never to catch another skittering butterfly;

too busy pinning lives to red heart’s lies.



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