The Cacographer

For Isobel (Draft #2 to be added to CoW?)

The fog preserved a flowing outline
like dye in water
leaving a body shaped
stream behind

There weren’t any trees
or at least, there
was only truncated bark
soaring up and up
a river speckled brown and grey
flowing to an invisible heaven

And beyond, there was
a moon that night
sick and wan
beaten flat and heartless
unable to pierce the park below.

Somewhere, a dog barked
none the poorer and joyous
for the encapsulating blindness
he found so ineffectual.

Once,
I saw the flash of your thigh
between the waves
and I grinned
hoping the fog would
muffle our lie.

posted by OrangeDrink @ 1:52:00 AM