A rope hangs, pulls taut,
over the edge of a cliff,
love clings to the knots,
swinging above an abyss
masked by settling cloud.
Above there stands a figure,
a shadow against the sun,
and in their right palm
sits a knife, emboldened
by the disappearing light,
it glints in all that is left
and angles toward the rope.
Its eyes spot the frays,
the undone edges,
threatening all which love
hopes for in every tomorrow,
endangering everything
it holds so very close
as it clings to the knots
in the rope overshadowed
by the figure’s sharp edges
and unchecked malice.
Poem: © Kristiana Reed 2020
Photograph by Kristiana Reed
‘And unchecked malice’…. powerful poem, Kristiana!
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Thank you so much ♥️
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