Advertisements
Trending Now

Patience, Dear by Ira Herbold

I am waiting in a darkened room,
facing the door, hands on knees.
I am waiting for Christianity
to seem plausible.

I am waiting for certainty,
for it to wake me in the night
with an eager knock at my door,
for me to answer bleary-eyed
and wrapped in a bath robe,

for the music to swell
dramatically.

They cut the love locks off
the Pont des Arts, and the
Ponte Vecchio in Florence.
Did you know that?
Something about aesthetics
or structural concerns.

I think it is supposed to be sunny
on Tuesday. Perhaps that will
finally make all the difference.

______________________________________________________________________________________________

 About the author:

Ira Herbold is a writer and poet from Adelaide, Australia. He is currently studying philosophy and political science at Flinders University, and is a frequent contributor to venerable student magazine Empire Times.

______________________________________________________________________________________________

Advertisements
%d bloggers like this: