Today we bring you a haunting pantoum by Pauline May.
BEGINNING THE END
Passive in this day of echoes,
shadows are miming plays on walls.
Your drip-dry love breathes its death throes.
Your swan-song looks for its applause.
Shadows are miming plays. On the wall
the blackbird sings its liquid gold.
It’s swan-song looks for our applause.
You shake your head. You see the road.
The blackbird sings pure liquid gold
turning our backyard silver, cold.
You shake your head and view your road
ahead, beyond this dumbshow’s flaws.
The backyard now turns silver-cold.
You evaluate departure
ahead. This dumbshow’s all played out,
it’s tangled habits left undone.
signals shifting new beginnings
where tangled habits are unspun
and twirled within a blackbird’s song.