Fallow Beauty

Fallow Beauty

Fallow beauty,
hungering to be spoiled,

possessing every glance
for a moment,

disobediant eyes
trailing her meandering mile,

a languid sway
into summer's meridian,

barelegged and barefooted,
suffused in bronze.

Wasps are persistent,
seeking out discarded fruit,

a rotten bounty,
stripped and blackening,
putrefying 
half buried in sand

alongside I,
being swallowed whole,
suddenly
breathless and old,

following a shadow
of admirable ruin.


©Andrew James Murray