Before I met thee, I knew thee.
Like the Summer knows the Spring.
Connected we were as the tides to the Moon in her house high above.
My tongue tied knots around forbidden words unspoken.
And before my eyes, you bloomed.
But harsh was your blossom; decrepit was your fruit.
And chained was I to a monster so, pulling me into the deep.
Horror struck, I was forced to breathe in your poison, shutting out my inner light.
Forget did I the Summer within, as your winter began to thrive.
Near the bottom of your unrelenting pool, I remembered the taste of Green.
And before you could tie me to your awful fate I did flee.
Upon the banks of my surrendering Summer did I crawl spluttering from your maw.
And bask, now in, my glorious Autumn free.
Rest easily I do, awaiting my own winter to begin.
Michael is a husband, father, writer, poet, and aspiring author. He finds time to scribble down his thoughts in the dead of night, between ghosts and night owls. If you’d like to read more of his poetry follow the link here. Or to visit his full blog, ‘The Ink Owl’ click here.