Printemps de vieillesse


I leave part of me

every time I go beyond

that space set for life.


Hold me close to you

as we leave this sullen shore

with the cold moon’s kiss.


Layers peel like fruit

from me as warmth kisses hard

in the rise of spring.


Malek Montag

7th April, 2017


Picture Credit: Cry of the Curlew


About malekmontag

I am a writer and a wage-slave, and proud father of George Giraffe. I live in the UK, but I exist everywhere. My first stories were published this year (2016) in Short Stories and Tall Tales (Atla Publishing). Follow me on Twitter @Malek_Montag15. My Work is also available on
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