Broken Blood Moons

Patterns of poems circle the air
Breathe and pulsate to
Form wreathes in my hair
Dreams woven tight in tendrils
Of loss
Loveliest memories in forlorn love locks
I feel the coiled circlet that crowned my tight pain
A crescent of yearning baying broken blood moons
Such lonely longings such lovely yearnings
It could flash freeze my frame
I come to and from the window
The moon looks bemused
So cool blue again..
Well poetic knight
You breathed love
Into my bower
But not your cold heart
My own words
Gave me power.

Patterns of poems
Sparking the air
Creating charge and attraction
Wording heart blood so dear.

Patterns of poems
That scintillate
Unspoken nights
Never written
But forever
Burnt on the mind....

(c) Amrita Valan 2015