The Choir (Conspired)

Weird poetry — I have no answers tbh.

Cee R.
Oct 9, 2024
The optical illusion of a halo in laser-light over the head of a silhouetted person
Photo by Adrian Smith on Unsplash

Did you conspire?
(To feed the fire)
To walk into that
haloed choir

Has it transpired?
(Did you conspire?)
Have we seen the
dream retire?

Do you require
a golden spire,
a wire
that can’t be
unscrewed?

(No matter what you
do?)

Have we aspired
to walk in the fire
of those
we used
to use?

Well love,
Pull up a pew,
cos I refuse
to be
anything
that’s less
than me

So walk in the fire
— pull through.

And do
whatever
it is
that you
have
to do

Poetry by Cee

204 stories
Crystal ball beneath a window, reflecting it back upside-down
The shadow of two people kissing
Shadow of a hand over the light cast by a window

Shakes digital tip jar

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Cee R.
Cee R.

Written by Cee R.

Writer, poet, (book) blogger @ dorareads.co.uk , Queer, weird, & a tad peculiar. Bookish rebel. Welsh as a tractor on the M4. Buy me a coffee @ ko-fi.com/ceearr