Appetites sicken when given excess –
Soft melodies soon lose their shape and form.
Transformance conceals whilst tempests undress,
Through semblance confess, profess and perform.
Drawn curtains show pictures of smiling grief:
Texts uncopied, knots too hard to untie.
Precise woodcocks fly and smile in belief
Only to be shot mid-flight in the sky.
Greatness is thrust upon those snatched from jaws.
Senses steeped in Lethe’s depths flood and reflect
One face and one voice, a mirror of flaws,
Halved apples are shared while ships are left wrecked.
Foolery walks and orbits like the sun,
Dries daily rain with wit and simple fun.
Thomas Dylan Bolger 