In Layman’s Days

in layman’s days
sorrow yet reigns
in remnants
of our love’s refrain
disseminating
through these veins
like silken web
to dying flame
a sallow face
of shallow waste
e’er haunts the gallows
hollow space
as wraiths in fallow fields
yet reap the harvest
of a heart’s disgrace
none can replace
the solace lost
absconded by
the albatross
e’er perched atop
the arch of Eden
bound by freedom’s
final cost
where pandered woe
bleeds disarray
sleeves brandishing
a heart of clay
turned languid
from the anguish
of exsanguination
on display

Author: Max Meunier

Feminist. Ailurophile. Musician. Poet. Human.

6 thoughts on “In Layman’s Days”

  1. This line is my favorite
    none can replace
    the solace lost
    absconded by
    the albatross
    e’er perched atop
    the arch of Eden
    bound by freedom’s
    final cost

    The idea that birds symbolize freedom to me make this piece so triste . The weight of the albatross leaves- things are dire!

    I like the reference to hearts made of clay- reminds of the Prometheus myth

    Like

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