Here is part 2 of my Dipoles series (inspired a little by Dylan Thomas):
Separations
When dear partners stop being partners
love starts to perish.
Abstaining from shares, atoms tetchy,
their kept charges make them glum martyrs.
The breaks in time
come with the slam of doorways, and currents
that live to abscind neighbours from peace.
Vectors point in many ways
as the unions of the home and lab
split like a fault line showing a stern crease.
The dejection of one man’s hopeless hand.
The bond is restless.
No equal sets of measure rest on the scales.
The charges down the axes of her life,
kept in boxes,
on the cusp of vibrations and scales.
Pulls on the essence of broken
bonding.
Ready for confinements,
The loom of divorce, the new streets of creation,
with brave, synthetic larks responding
to dipole moments.
The future skies say there can be peace.