Borrowed and Blue
This poem is a play on the marriage rhyme “Four Somethings”, thought to bring luck to a bride if she were to wear the following artifacts. It also works as a ward against infertility caused by the Evil Eye.
“Something old,
Something new,
Something borrowed,
Something blue”
It has a direct link to my novel, “End of the Line,” in which a missing girl’s diary turns up more than the dark fairytales she left behind.
No One secret can stay buried forever, and a nightmare may play on a loop for as long as the secret lives.
Something broken
Something true
Something no one
Wore for you
Somehow fallen
By the way
Thriving on
The tide of day
Rising shadows
Falling sun
Through the wild
We twist and run
Thickly cluster
Bramble snare
Tried and trapped
With wire and hair
Flowing hem
And bloody thigh
Blue the moon
Within your eye
Black to white
As red to grey
Silent in
Your heart the grave
Morning swallow
Thick and cold
Torn the hand
You long to hold
Smallest face
And blindest eye
Blue the moon
The Rose, the Lie.
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