Tuesday, 6 July 2010

Cupid's Pirates

Broken heart-strings.
Broken, yet still they vibrate,
And thrum,
And hum,

But they're broken aren't they?

The heart-strings snapped.
Replaced with tougher and meaner heart-ropes,
Lassoing the tightened heart,
Now a burnished, panel-beaten sail
It will survive.

And if Cupid's pirates climb aboard,
And fire their baby arrows,
Or pluck at the heart-ropes,
Through sun, through storm,

Never fear:
Just kill another day.
Abashed, and defeated,
Heads lowered,
They will always sail away.