As it is Valentine’s Day I thought I would share a love poem, not that I have that many love poems that I’ve written left to post here. This poem does have the word love in it, so it counts in my reckoning. The title of this poem is stolen from an Ursula K. Le Guin short story, and it is not the only poem I’ve done this with.
The Direction of the Road
(for Steph)
we are following the road
not exactly knowing
where it is leading us …
downwards
to black tunnels rolling into
the strata of the earths crust or
upwards
to weaving black hawks
tearing up the blue sky
the wind tousling your
marram grass hair
now you are drumming
your bone fingers
on a red formica table
nervous energy
you say
as thin clear light
dances through the café
we discuss a thing
called love & other
stuff
perhaps we are lost
in these deep sea-green
chambers
lost like poems
unable to rise
out of sleep
Joanne Fisher
joanne the geek 
Beautiful poem🧡
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