Thanuj Dilshan Senaratne — Day 5. Wood

This is fifth piece out of a collection of poems whose the titles come from the traditional gifts that are exchanged by couples for each year of their wedding anniversary.

 

Day 5. Wood

I want to run
Headfast into the banisters;
Feel my bones crack
into plaster and papier-maché;
Painless exuberance.

Releasing yellow butterflies;
Groggy from their sleep;
Into sawdusty air;
The freshness of pine
mingling
With the drip drip
Of butterscotch from
My wounds.
I want to collapse
Into a crack of steel girders
and loose joints
Tugged with duct-tape;
A mannequin of discord.

The attic is bare;
Save for the fluttering of wings;
The drip drop of varnised caramel;
And a beautiful twist
of
Scrap iron
and flapping papers;
Where my body once was.

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Thanuj Dilshan Senaratne is a corporate writer by profession. He holds a degree in Psychology and French from the UK, and passes his free time indulging in travel guides, Instagram forages and musings on Buddhism. He also blogs on fashion at thesmilingtoucan.

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(Photo Credit: Leo Fosdal)

(Photo Credit: Leo Fosdal)