Hound of Heaven Hymns

Poetry list

cut loose

balloons and kites
needs must be
tethered midst
the winds of life
who holds my
string I thought
it was love my
lover but you
have been wrenched
from me by
death yet live
so intensely in
so many moments
whilst I am cut
loose from the
familiar realities
the same shape
and voice but
the song that sings
me has no string
or embrace now
a stranger to every
day performative
points awarded for
lying low and
fitting in oiling
civility answering
when cued but
hold back from
honesty and emotion
they’re not real
and very dangerous
where games and
joys are tethered
balloons and kites
with strong and
measured strings