You, precious heart
a captured prisoner
in confinement
(A cynical smile plucks treacherously
at the corners of my mouth)
as irony spills its cloak in moistness
while clinging desperately-bitter
to my longing lips
My dear heart
I lost you in the dungeons
in the prison of my soul
Two disloyal lovers
robbed us in the daylight
(Infidelity the sharp-edged dagger
that ripped you cruelly from my soul)
Heart
Detached we are
and…
I nurture my pain in silence
A monster it becomes
An enemy of disaster
An escapee of the soul
while my tears
warm, but cold
disillusioned in ironic expectation
and in sadness
via my expectant cheeks escape,
Ilse Goschus is a published author and poet. She’d been in Education for more than 40 years. She has her own blog post and she’s currently writing for ASB (the South African Amateur Writing Society of South Africa.) Quite a number of her poems and stories had been published in the past.