Digression on love

Digression on love

The memories
I am bound
to dismantle
of times too good
to be true

of scallops
from Borough Market
in the fluted shells
that the pilgrims wore

Memories of walls
and rivers and boats
and cathedrals
and many a meal
so joyfully shared

At what fence
our love faltered
I’ll never know
like so much
I suppose

I’ll never know

John Lyons

Revised from earlier today

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Budapest recalled

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Thorns, John Lyons  (toothpicks aith acrylic)

Budapest recalled

Between Buda and Pest
on a pleasure boat
sailing the Danube
as snow fell

my hands frozen
my teeth chattering
in the cold night
and you beside me

One more memory
to add to our stock
of shared moments
of love and kisses

but time marches
to a drum tap
and all things pass
in this field of battle

John Lyons

Styx and stones

Styx and stones

The city within
       the rise and fall of it
a world driven
       by light and by words
a word-world so to speak
       built of star-blood
what it costs to be poor
       what it costs to love
what is costs
       to succeed
what it costs
       to fail

Mythology tells us
       there are two sides
to every river
       I have crossed the Danube
back and forth
       and survived longer
than I would
       have imagined

John Lyons