The day’s brightness subsides and slides into soft gold
Trickling through mottled trees, diffracted into a thousand emeralds and saffrons
Revelling magpies hop, trampolining giddily
Lazy flies meander soaking up the day end
Trees sway gently, leaves shimmering magnificently, reaching to savour the sunset
Bluebell sky softly fades into almost-white
Change suspended above us, or upon us?
As day trickles into night
Each second falling slowly and delicately like blossom trickling
Time has slowed right
Down
Space opens between now and next
Instead of skipping through the sky, like yesterday
Today the sun rose
And stopped
High rays static and unwavering
Time has slowed right
Down
Yellow petals have time to bob and breathe
To catch the breeze
Butterflying gently and reassuringly
A celebration of white petals shower confetti
Applauding bright green and red leaves on sweeping trees
Brushing the cobalt horizon
Shhh….shhh…shhh…shhh…shhh
They soothe my soul
Frigid wind chilling unforgivingly blue
Bright yolky sun warms reassuringly
Unknowing children play happily, obliviously
Panicked adult pin balls dodge suspiciously
Green leaves unfurl and spring like clockwork energetically
Meanwhile day bleeds into night, night into day, day into night, night into day…
Beautifully, horrifically
Sunrises, sunsets, sunrises, sunsets, sunrises, sunsets…
Perfectly, terrifingly
Hopeful eyes glisten and sparkle
Fearfully
Seeping into us, sitting inside us, a black ink blot smudging life
Immaculate and staining nothing, but destroying everything
Longer, lighter days weigh us down
Plumb bell jar divers legs kicking below relentless waves
Above the tide cycles mechanically, effectively and permanently
And nature’s sublime and sorrow drenched renaissance continues…
Balancing me like an anchor steadies a ship, equilibrium in rough seas
You
Holding me and nurturing me like the September soil secures a chestnut tight
You
Seeing my green shoots like the February sunlight caresses (almost-)bare branches
You
As unwavering as the cyclical Atlantic waves
You
Presence fixed as night-day-night-day-night-day
You
Showering me with love like drenching Amazonian storms
You
Rain pouring into my heart and filling it up
You
My words of gratitude clumsy, stuck or falling our ungracefully.
Writing now
(To You)
They are too precious to drop or mangle or break.
My inside words are your outside words now
Thank you for your magnificent love
What are you keeping this from your self for?
Why are you biding your time, whore?
Angel in the light
Devil in the dark
Hot, red-hot
Embarassed and hidden
Cold, blue-cold
Calm and open
Subbuteo boyfriend, palm held
Open hand, no truth told
Come up for air, but not for too long
Dive back down into the underworld.
Deep sea.
Like vomiting until you can’t vomit anymore
A thick yellow bile is all that comes out
Your mouth full with a disgusting bitterness so strong it burns the back of your tongue
Your don’t want to feel this sick, but fighting seems futile
Taste of puss filled abscess bursting sourness making you wince
Your instinct is to spit it out, as much as you can
But there is still an aftertaste so strong you stick your tongue to the roof of your mouth, and go on.
Wet shiny floors gleam in the post shower sunshine
Blue winter sky dotted with fluffy clouds reflecting in black metallic puddles
A cold wind blows strongly carrying the waxing and waning smell of malt from the brewery
Warm, grey, ash clouds billow out of dark red chimneys
The sharp January sun low and blinding reflects off silver rails and handles
The clean air carried by a cutting breeze
Icy cheeks raw darting in the yellow streets
Dull greys, blacks and browns of the buildings and jackets contrast with nature’s azuls, organges and brilliant whites.
The sun leaks as the sky turns purple.
Wet snow flakes meander their way to the ground
The canal water slows as pieces of ice clog
The piercing evening cruelly dangles a distant spring
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