NO TWO WAYS

Ryan Robson-Bluer

There’s no two ways about it:

the man you thought you knew

is dead, speared in the back

by an old friend who just paused

to watch his own reflection spoil

the lake. You were a golden koi,

carrying the weight of the sunlight

on your back, cutting the water

like a dream, unaware of the face

that hung like a blank moon over you,

worrying the spawn and the gunk

of the pond with a forked twig.

Now your boots sink into the mud

and the water clouds, heavy with

the fullness of the sky, the winter.

The frozen glass, dusted white, leaves

a well the size of a breakfast bowl

which you fill with your face and sit

a while; the twig becomes a spear,

and the man you thought you knew

lies washed-out, belly-up on the bank.

Too late to throw him back now;

there’s no two ways about it.

  • Author: Ryan Robson-Bluer (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 25th, 2024 04:30
  • Comment from author about the poem: Adulthood.
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 4
Get a free collection of Classic Poetry ↓

Receive the ebook in seconds 50 poems from 50 different authors




To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.