Descent  

 Well after much hemming and hawing [and poking and prodding :)], here is
my first post to the fiction list. It's a poem. It is a Ray poem. Well at
least, it deals with the emotions and circumstances that surround him in
JIB. 

 The usual disclaimers are in force. I send incense to the gods...:) 

 Descent 

 ~~~~~~~ 

 Descents end, 
 Nothing slows the flow.
 Freed, it runs the walls,
 Seeps from her.
 Yet,
 No colour fills the day.
 Beyond the black trunk'd trees
 the white powdered snow,
 No colour,
 But the colour runs from Juliet.
 She is bleeding.
 

 Graceless plunge into intimate fate
 cried, railed,
 The restless, flowing ebb,
 Running with the dead.
 One last hold on tallow tinged fingertip.
 Blue nails, white flesh.
 Red stains.
 "Stay!"
 All fade to gray.
 

 Tangled amongst the vine that was your hair,
 You slipped those knots, Softly
 & Loos'd me,
 Watch'd me fall from heaven. 
 I was with you more than you knew.
 

 Belinda Holdsworth May 1996
 

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