A Mistake

A Mistake


Like a step taken too soon, and cold
hard concrete meets the teeth:   flowing
      iron-taste fills the mouth;
   now you cannot
           speak.
Nor should you:   you betray
a true intention falsely fulfilled.

Keeper of lore unsuited to man’s mind,
Enough to send a common fool screaming
Mad into the bleary drunken night.

      and a symbol of passion’s play
      dances elfin ’cross your sight
      as you speak the damnèd word:

   Crippled chaos unleashed
   in private display of indignation.

Now you can’t believe your eyes, this cold
blue light that meets your sight:   realisation
      that lines wrought in innocence
   brought you to
            the bloody brink.

   So close your tome of falsehood,
   and let the sweet madness still.


Published by

A. J. Sahnow

Author of The Groop, available on Amazon in print and Kindle. Also poet, writer of short stories, musical recording artist, Dungeon Master, erstwhile filmmaker. Graduate of Film Studies, BA Hons First Class. Twitter: https://twitter.com/SahnowScribbles | Music: https://nounverbnoun.bandcamp.com/ | Short films: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCFgGw0vS7jWVWnEoGtHJxKw

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