Renewal (Marital Bliss V)


Amid the
Slowly settling
Smouldering rubble
Of what remained
Of the living room,

Still faintly quivering
With the last echoes
Of our screaming havoc,

She took a deep breath,
Rubbed her hands together and smiled.

“Well,” she said, “that’s cleared the air.
Shall we have a cup of tea?”

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on November 27, 2016, in Poetry and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink. 5 Comments.

  1. British lovers. 😉

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