The Naked Troubadour

There’s Something About April [poem]

Posted on Oct 7, 2010 Updated on Mar 31, 2017

There’s something about April -
  the way she wears her clothes:
    loosely fit. One button more
      and September is exposed.
        The veil removed, her flesh reveals
          December’s naked trees;
             Springtime lurks behind the bark
               and drags me to my knees.

               I kneel upon her dewy cloak
            And make her moss my bed;
          It’s time for me to leave this world;
        another circle's thread.
      An Albatross (hung round my neck
    for years before this time)
  has pulled my face down to the ground.
I cried [the perfect crime].

   There's something about April -
    the way she sheds her tears;
      Smiling sunly through the clouds
        before the gaps appeared.
         The year which winds before her day
            is pregnant in her womb.
              The bed of roots beneath my skin
                becomes my tendril tomb.


© 2010, Alan Morrison