March 7, 2012

 

They’ve tried to keep me away from the silken spring

From the rooftop star watch and the river walk,

From wrapping this month around me like a shawl

And wearing it out in public where streets and people

Beg to be followed.

 

I have proven I can do their math, run their

Race, assume their perpetual poker face.

Still they tell me of this moment,

There will be another one like it.

 

He’s wondering why I’ve draped March over my shoulders

When April’s rutilant fabrics no longer fit

I will strike a match and wear the fire. 

Reviews

[asdarkeyesclose]

yes, strike the match! fantastic poem

[hmm]

I really enjoyed the last stanza, it said so much.
Such a deep powerful piece, I enjoyed this write.