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meringue mountains and a lemon drop
hang high on a sea of blue
marshmallow elephants float on a wall of water
sinking out of sight as they swim across the sky
where a dragon lurks in tree shadows
tail leashed loosely …
fractals fade – fusing
layers of paths overlapping
swirling vortices of sapphire
laced with fuchsia
woven with violaceous light
demons decamp defeated
as artist caresses canvas
life through filament flows
crying out loud in coloured acrylic
raw timbre of truth
…
she sashayed her way across the floor
flaxen pixie cut perfectly framing her fair face
wide set emerald eyes still radiant with hope
for castles she had built on air
a smile danced flirtatiously
at the corner of luscious ruby-painted …
In she strode superiorly
casting a glance so corrosive
leaving puddles of people in her wake
some soft-pedalling plebe stepped forward
mysteriously melting in the flicker of the light
that danced through the door behind the Chairman
the hall was suddenly cavernous
…
Eyes not yet open, I slide back
indulgently nuzzling in
Feeling the warmth of his breath
where wisps of auburn splay on naked nape
His strong arm wraps around me
I attempt to retreat anew to reverie
One of my …
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Plights faith mine heart, of such glorious bliss
And therein giveth nourishment to this
Mine ladened spirit, not to langour
and mine sorrow’s premise, casts not anchor
Whilst bide my thirsty eyes, for sight of thee,
sweet remembrance, leadeth me …
As I strode down the street
I was suddenly struck as
the streetlight caught the
wrinkled figure of an old man
For a split second
I thought he was my father
but this man’s uncombed
black grey curls
were much …
Softly caressed by the wind
as it whispers through the trees
the brightly coloured leaves gently wave to me
I wave back and I smile
as the sunlight sparkles through
dazzling me with its diamonds
And I hear the brook …
crashing and swirling around me
the tortuous undulation
wringing every breath
washing away every memory
culling the little life left
from these cold gray waves
through the surging and billowing
of those white horses
a terrible tearing
he pulled me …
Let the osprey bode
my biding’s death
for in fine
‘twould seem
I brook
and the planets
once adverse
now break
and by ancient Sibyls
perchance foretold
my fortune in favour
have I finally found
for the nonce – uncoloured
…
