Monday Poem: Cat's Cradle

[Every Monday (until I run out of them), I’m posting a poem of mine that has fallen out from the submission process for some reason. In most cases, it will be one where I’ve received no response to my submission for at well over a year or more. Maybe the magazine I submitted them to has folded, the submission was lost in the post, or whatever. So, these poems can be seen as lost, orphans, of uncertain status, or something like that.]

These poems are also posted to ABCTales.

Cat's Cradle

Follow the thread of history
back along these corridors,
contrived turnings,
so many corners.
We passed this way before.

We followed the thread back
to where all this once began.

But it only follows all our errors.
Each and every mistake we made
is embroidered between these walls.

A cat's cradle of our failings
tied up, parcelled, packaged.
Waiting here, still,
for history to return.