14 June 2012


Photograph by Diana Matisz

what if
we knew each other's secrets
would we be crushed
beneath the sheer mass
of their portent
would they open wounds
leaving scars behind
as testaments to naiveté
it's possible they might
free us, break or bind us
perhaps, once released,
they would rise as smoke
from a papal chimney
decreeing change
and renewed exhilaration
or crumble as desiccated bones
little more than grey ash
fertilizer for new crops of deception
say we had the keys
to each Pandora's box
just maybe,
we would finally know
each other


  1. How fine this would be in some cases ... common secrets cocooned in trust. I think the first two and the last two lines can be perfectly read together.

  2. Thank you so much Martin, for taking the time to read and comment. Very much appreciated x