Her Seppuku

♦ From my book ‘Nothing But The Rain’ ♦

The bamboo wife
The melancholy man
With tombstones
In his eyes,

White ritual
And grey whispers
Soon bloomed,
Turning to clouds,
Soaking the earth,

Ran down her cheeks,
Tears of tragedy,
Jagged and ripe,

Regrets demeanour
Could not stand
Between their worlds,
Mourning broke,

She loved him
Into shattered pieces,
She couldn’t speak,

He fell,
Tanto carved,
Crimson passion,
Love honoured.


Poem © Phen Weston 2014

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