Tuesday, 4 April 2017

China ballerinas

They are two porcelain figurines,
dancing about each other.  Afraid to touch
in their brittle situation, in case
the brush of a hand
reminds them of the conversation
they’d rather avoid.
Their bed, once a sweet battlefield
is quiet now, trenches dug either side,
neither will yield,
a flag of truce flying in the cold air.
Fragile, easily broken.