#4 - past tense, future perfect

After What We Came After by Kate Tempest

The past can be a cage for mind and heart ‒

imprisoned by the consequence of fear

a devil whispers in another's ear

that shadows lie deep at the root of art.

This island is where all our stories start:

where tempests blow in sudden from the clear,

where noises, voices, love and hope appear,

where history binds and fractures us apart.

For language is a vision and a veil,

a liberator and a bolted door:

the tempest is just that ‒ a roaring gale,

the story is just that - a metaphor,

the island is a cure for all that ails,

the past is simply all that came before.

RJT