Red String of Fate

When heat huddles by white-hot horizons
and puddles black bitumen blue,
you don’t stop for water poured into a cup
to become cup before it is in you.

When white-hot horizons burn into the wind-
screen and ghost the glass over with ghost-skies,
you’re up to your nose in the end of a road
you’ve been driving so long you’ve gone cross-eyed.

When a breeze cold as glass can be cold in the heat,
and puddles of blue on black bitumen meet,
and plenty of dry leaves and dust are about,
and your eyes are on straight, and the ghosties are out,

the invisible Red String of Fate will rise up
like water still spinning is not yet the cup.

7 responses

  1. “An invisible red thread connects those destined to meet, regardless of time, place, or circumstances. The thread may stretch or tangle, but never break.” – Ancient Chinese Proverb

    this is song-like, i get the feeling it would be a great song, with guitar. it stands alone as it is, but would extend to music imo

      • the last 2 lines could be a chorus that repeats between the verses and also functions as a bridge between them, the words could reflect the last previous lines of the verse so it isn’t the same words of the chorus each time, or maybe it should be the same words/chorus. it changes the structure but only in voicing it, like a folk tale keeps it’s meaning even as told different styles by different tellers, the poem extends

    • I like the heat imagery…it’s not a kind warmth but a driving heat, a driving driving, complete with highway hypnosis, the mirage of puddles ahead on the hot tar, and ghosts, on and on to that unsettling red string. I also like the way you’ve adapted the sonnet format to achieve a driving rhythm. I think I’ll go splash some water on my face.

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