Tuesday, November 29, 2016

"Jade Highway" by Ross Balcom, Frequent Contributor

Jade Highway
Ross Balcom

We drank blood 
from the same cup.

That Chinese witch and I,
we were made for each other.

News of her death reached me
from Mr. Li.

Though I see her face on a million demons,
still I miss her.

Old and dirty and crazed,
I lick her bones on the jade highway.

Poet's Notes: I enjoy reading Chinese poetry, old or new. Here is my "Chinese" poem. The title came first, and the rest came down the mental pike a week or so later. There is nothing autobiographical about this poem; it's entirely a product of my imagination. I will cruise forever the jade highway of my mind.

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