RUST:

Rusted autumn leaves falling after her birth,

Laying burnished carpet in honour at her birth,

Rusty russet apples, gracing her childhood cheeks,

Rust paint upon maiden lips, when in kiss she seeks.

 

Within bronze-rusty blankets, her babes she wraps,

And to mother´s back, burdens, she safely straps,

When the rusted blood ceases & then finally stops,

Years ebb, go & slowly disappear, drop by red drop.

 

The rusty autumn season, comes around once again,

Then within rusted joints, comes the ageing old pain,

And as the rusty coffin nail, is hammered back home,

The winter trees, in the wind, can be heard to groan.