Runaways

The day begins when there is no end.
Rituals spin standing in a doorway
imagining impossible comparisons.

A horrible crime has been committed
yet unannounced tragedies are ordinary.
Without beauty or cleverness, the shroud

becomes ornamental pettiness. Penelope's
passive suffering is nothing without extremity.
Her husband runs away, prevents boredom.

Rumors spread. Half of them are true.
The snake swallows its tail as if some symbol
of eternity circles reversible trends.

About the Poet
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Alison Daniel lives on a small non-tropical island. Her poetry has been widely published in many fine magazines, anthologies and newspapers in Australia, America and England.