Golgotha

Kintsugi

From clay they come in a diversity of shapes

when temperature rises high to cause vitrification

regardless of bone china, hard or soft-pastes

these showpieces are guilt-ridden by association.

Although impermeable, hard and heatproof

as well as chemically and resonance resistant

porcelains crumble under the life's hoof

bull in a China shop smashing in an instant.

As if the brightness of porcelain pieces

and the pulsating red of their brittle hearts

for the horned assailant are very reasons

provoked to burst in by fits and starts.

So the question arises amongst the shards

whether the porcelain or bull is the offender

compunction and contrition prick like barbs

as remorse and guilt get crushed in a blender.

The aforementioned words were lost

in the fire of a rare star were tossed

where terms melt slowly to mullite

stuck in Pele's hair, a knotted fright.

Spirit freezes inside the silicate veins

menacing look shot from bovine gaze

leaving behind their broken remains

flames fanned by heathens, still raze.

Bugs fatally attracted to its heat and glow

a cauldron mistaken for creation kiln

passion pit where they reach an all-time low

burning off their wings with sin.

From dust they were made and to it shall return

never were meant to rest as smithereens in urns

rightfully blown up by yearning raises concern

ceramics' floor marked with memorial cairns.

The weight of loss is palpable in the dust

razor-sharp shambles hiding in the edge

of bladelike mourning painted on their crust

all splinters unite to make a pledge.

Never again to leave a sliver behind

on the floor for customers to trample

mustering pieces for peace of mind

and promising to remain humble.

Tessera art wishes restoration of glory

back to better times, grand and hoary

be storeys tall up on the display racks

instead of looking through this parallax.

There, out of the sky's deep blue

the fragmented wish comes true

unannounced, start meteor showers

a benevolent hand with healing powers.

Disguised as the Midas touch

in the comet's radiant debris

this rain for bits is a nonsuch

which second life does guarantee.

With a sweep of the celestial hand

broken pieces ascend and gather

around the potter on his command

who blesses them with golden batter.

Gold cements the pieces back together

the circulatory system of our universe

is mapped onto the porcelains forever

yet chipped life to perfectionism a curse.

Bubblebath

Ground by the rototiller
mundanity rolls out routine
but thanks to the painkiller
hurt is washed down clean.

Inside this imitation sea
or pond confined in metal
spumy rejuvenation spree
fully restores lost mettle.

Roughed up by brick and mortar
for some respite I implore
while the surface gets hotter
I dive at the chance to explore.

Down lies a different world
liquid dimension of silence
this reality is much preferred
over the regular of compliance.

Bubbles caressing the vigour
and outline of this figure
froth is fleeting breakwater
until it is popped by the marauder.

Time is a buccaneer reminder
wave robbing me of my treasure
wrinkly grip fails to hold tighter
time is up and so's my leisure.

Out of my element a pleasure
it bends time's linear measure
with fragrant and savoury foam
cooked spaghetti hard to comb.

Memory which became a ritual
entered with swift acrosome
a parturition to relive instinctual
salvaged and repaired this flotsam.

When the day is old and out the gate
a bath always lifts the worldly weight
- ''Fizzy upthrust be my blindfold'' -
soft drink worthy of refined gold.

Finding the floral taste unique
taking in liquor as I dive
embraced by currents of mystique
surprised at the sea bed come alive.

Land strips emerge reborn
as a mirage island once torn
plucked from reality and into the blue
a voyage I had to come through.

Dead calm replaced by waves
where salt and sugar merge
at the estuary's tidal bore
joy oozes out from every pore.

Opaque

Paper-thin characters come alive

unfettered imagination with drive

fecundates the womb of origins

ink delivers marvelous stories.

Fiction is fleshed out and thrives

from the germ of inspiration grows

a seedling increasing in size

to a giant tree whose foliage glows.

Out of its wooden bark

twin masks are carved

one puts on a toothless grin

the other tears to its chagrin.

Let the people beware,

of the masks' interior sheen

reflections that ensnare

many lives within a scene.

Talent is the requirement

otherwise the lights will blind

elocution, both loud and silent

always ethically inclined.

By donning a specific guise

mood aid created in the soul

pieces sewn to harmonise

together acting as a thole.

A fulcrum for rowing the vastness

of roguish oceanic tempests

gives to questions some answers

appease their deepest resentments.

With arguments stitched in patterns

as trustworthy speech as honesty

an imitative act without hypocrisy

emergent word made of tatters.

Meagre rhetoric without a character

lost and lacking in divine spices

opaque veneer of tuxedo and fur

oarless in an ordeal of identity crises.

Kites

Up in the sky, across its expanse

bright concepts hover, perchance,

on hold due to the circumstance

for something to break their trance.

Lying in wait behind the clouds

singing old spirituals in a round

abstract kites painlessly drowse

until, one by one, all are bound.

The signal always unfathomable

their plummeting, unpalatable,

evoking memory of shooting stars

invisible fusion birthing quasars.

Each tether is knitted fast

around the shiny energies

a cloth not meant to last

fading the kites' memories.

Drifting on the wind they travel

in order for every yarn to unravel

through the spacial rend they go

to master the liftoff down below.

Catching the right draft can be a drag
it requires aerial ace swerve
garishness is a hot air balloon sandbag
undeserving of the kites' verve.

The more simple the more free
trinkets get tousled by the wind
weightless wins the Grand Prix
that agile who is disciplined.

Kites cannot depend on the weather
for sky is a Russian roulette
thunder may strike from the aether
making amulets a lightning-rod threat.

Jaundice Revolution

Ah! Behold the Pharaonic Gold's power

actuates to leave an exclamatory vowel

extraterrestrial allure holds like dowel

those souls driven by radical disavowal.

Gold's yellow reflects green with envy

monotonously push breaking and entry

thinking of schemes to steal the plenty

douse the fire with intoxicating bevvy.

Ulceration by political correctness

Original Sin unlocked the deftness

from the ancient seal, indirectness

its seven plagues raised awareness.

Insatiable fugitive desire invades

eternal sandy retreat forever aids

whenever each host draws blades

to cull the crafty jack of all trades.

The yellow barren wasteland of dreams

unwelcoming even to bacteria it seems

but not for the expert on market's whims

whose securities enslaved entire regimes.

Imported vices contaminated heme

bad enzymes destabilised biliverdin

cemetery became filled to the brim

with red blood cells killed by bilirubin.

Sans-Cullotes were made of those
scales which paperweight impose
so that all labour they foreclose
a hiss snatching from the shadows.

Popular devolution born during civil war
dance revolution of Gilet Jaunes who roar
time and again, discord ends in filial gore
forgotten is the eighteen twenty-one valour.

Touch

Fingerprints all over the apple

ruby most precious to the eye

a need to care and build a castle

although it tatters the fabric's ply

by collateralising all you own

tugging at pawnbroker's heartstrings

when away efforts get blown

slingshot touch, fierce ache it brings.

The recipients of our affection

tend to be the most ungrateful

err not, inapplicable to animals

for they are not humans rational

therefore they exist and matter

weal nor woe, beast nor foe

love deprived to affection drawn

strays reluctant on pitter-patter.

Pure hearts receive affection with joy
to them real love is not another toy
sincere kindness is returned doubly
trust is earned honestly and humbly
these fingerprints cannot be removed
betrayal is not part of animal attitude
to animals the merits matter
their love and loyalty don't falter.