Ann-Marie Spittle

DISAPPOINTMENT

Disappointment splits the stone
Crafted by the unseen
Shattering shards on the field of dreams
Till settling in the dust
A pattern emerges
Built of the foundation of the forgotten
The centre draws inwards
That which abides forming a new entity
That breathing its first breathe
Creaks and cracks
Breaking its makeshift prison
Spreads its wings
Catches the morning air
And flies into its future