Ivan Donn Carswell

Bilove Ran Out/I/B - Poem by Ivan Donn Carswell

the simple account
love ran out
no-longer sustained by
medieval bracelets charmed
with romantic favour

you could see it
as attributed by fate
grafted in years of hard labour
sold down the river by
impossible dreams

they were fairy tales
too deeply inured in
endless mythologies
unsecured debentures
naive fantasies failed

and it’s slaughter day
with a willing cancer
in the shape of me
behind a mask for
a heart broken

love ran out for you
and you were freed
while I am nailed
for eternity
© 20 July 2009, I. D. Carswell

Comments about Bilove Ran Out/I/B by Ivan Donn Carswell

  • Callie Carroll (11/10/2011 12:14:00 PM)

    The last stanza is perfect. Love ran out, but never my admiration for your writing. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, July 30, 2009

Poem Edited: Tuesday, October 6, 2009

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