Fibre-Optics, My Dear

they clung together in bolsters

like oblique trajectories

 

as finely woven splinters,

creeping – slighted

 

bound, mingling with damp,

atop algae covered stone

 

gloriously sated, in silent hues

of ochre tincture

 

now burnished bold

with fine alluvial dust

 

came quietly sweeping,

with haste – upstream

 

where crepuscular nocturnes

of liquid – churning

 

danced exquisite – alongside

the course battered flax

 

sun-dried, then parched

beneath intrepid blaze of sun

 

though only to return

under deep cloak of night

 

to lay inert upon humus

in dank, drizzled shards

 

near a barren mound

upon a dark chiselled plain

 

 

©Orion Foote 2016