Water

Salt into Soap

By the paper-thin light of flickering shadows

She sinks, against porcelain skin

Eyes unblinkered: closed lids, sore

Her hair a tumble of fragile knots

Lips submerged beneath perfumed foam

Fists bobbing on water like impatient buoys

The muffled sounds of music skim the surface

And without warning she finds herself humming

Frowning lips: half mouthing the words

‘Your love puts me at the top –

of the world’

The War of Elements

β€˜Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice’
– Robert Frost

When a sphere crashed through the slumbering ice
Its fiery coat piercing the cellophane skin
Causing the lake to shatter with strife
Fire started the war, Ice wanted to win

The Ice wound it healed, swallowing the flames
Fire sent in soldiers seeking to avenge
Snapping, cracking, flesh melting, their games
Infernals of anger, lashing tongues of revenge

Ice played the cool hand and befriended the trees
Awarding armour and conjuring claws
Frost crept in, suffocating all it could seize
Gnawing at the earth while fighting its cause

But the Fire still it rages and the Ice still defends
Existing on the face of a world they transcend