‘absence’

such immaculate breath,
sighed out of cavernous mouths
who utter tiny silent whispers…

another regret for father's pocket

the who knew of it all,
no magic fed these fingers foul
naked now, with absent metal.

jonathan j ames

‘the untitled chronicles ~ no. 138’

broken glass shard, thickly…
hung souls
from the cling-able well.

such tongue-torn knots my dear,
unable still to wield joan’s sword.

eyes asunder, cipher sung,
when roamed feral beasts in tied-light accord.

so smiles on the sawyer,
simply another tooth upon his blade,
my castle cast, forever in the sand.

jonathan j ames