CIRCLING ROUND   

love lost

             CIRCLING ROUND                          

Sometimes lovers are surprised
By their own ardent fire,
Scorched by the ferocity of the flame
Blazing in them.
Until, flying too close to this new sun,
They are wrecked and wounded by rejection. 

But lovers wind the thin linen of consolation
Around a damaged heart.
Forgiving unfulfilled promises,
Waiting it out.
Sure the beloved will ease their pain,
Turn back to them. 

For this is the love they have waited for.
So no wound, mortal or easeful,
Will ever wrest it from them.
Nothing will stop their suffering,
For pain is part of love’s package,
And lovers drown in desire
Until desire destroys them. 

Lost love is a bad dream,
Rejected love, a nightmare.
Only when the ecstasy burns out,
The flame turns to ash, the fire to cinders,
And the old love done with,
Can a new and glorious passion begin. 

                                    © 2017 Gwen Grant

4 thoughts on “CIRCLING ROUND   

  1. Thank you so much. The line you’ve picked out was interesting to me because it was the line that gave me the most trouble in this poem and I sat many an hour staring into space as I thought of the different ways we all seek consolation. It was a long and tortuous journey of memory and the consolations of history, I suppose, before I reached it, so thank you again.

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