SOUL-TIED

Wisps of day
Filter out the darkness

Chilling the tear-burns
To his empty face

Dry-lipped
And oasis-eyed

Crushed foetal
By the e-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g-n-e-s-s

Soul-tied

© Mel Lampro
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THERE’S SOMETHING HAPPENING IN WINTER STREET

There’s something happening in Winter Street

The caged garden springs in revolt

Against the concrete and the season.

Fireworks celebrate

Through a greenish sky

Their audible colours stifle the thrum of an August city

My eyes gasp and my mind applauds

Reminding me that it has been

Almost a year

And everything is still

Topsy-turvy

© Mel Lampro