Finisterrae
Amaya López-Carromero
At the crossroads we divide
Past the doorway we leave behind
All but what we cannot hide
And we’re left barking in the dark
Unmarried and barren
Dug out your shell with brittle nails
And you cracked, open, exposed and decayed
But inside you flowers a garden
And inside the font swims a water bird
And inside it a thousand promises
Oval unbroken worlds
Underwater
Golden threads weave your name
On the waves as they crash on the crags