Varsha (Monsoon) 2020 Poems - Bruce McRae



Dead End

By Bruce McRae

It’s a road going nowhere.
Signs wracked by bullet holes.
Ditches filled with the bones of dogs.
Potholes thought to be bottomless.


We were travelling on foot,
from somewhere to somewhere else,
our maps perfectly useless.
“It’s just over the next rise,”
you kept saying, as if a madwoman
reassuring herself of her madness.


Time flew away, like startled birds.
All the seasons happened at once,
and still we continued walking.
“It’s too late to turn back now,”
you said, chewing on an acorn.
Your face telling another story.




Bruce McRae, a Canadian musician currently residing on Salt Spring Island BC, is a multiple Pushcart nominee with over 1,600 poems published internationally in magazines such as Poetry, Rattle and the North American Review. His books are ‘The So-Called Sonnets’ (Silenced Press); ‘An Unbecoming Fit Of Frenzy’; (Cawing Crow Press); ‘Like As If’ (Pski’s Porch); ‘Hearsay’ (The Poet’s Haven).


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