Tuesday, 13 October 2009

TUESDAY 13TH OCTOBER 2009.

A beautiful herringbone sky;
A tidal beach up above,
New rippled sheets,
Corrugated steel,
The creases of an old man,
Blue paint peeling in the sun,
Water colours seeking each other,
Leaking into a lover’s mouth,
Speaking as one,
Tongues tied and spun,
Bed hiding even as night’s done,
Day’s features shunned,
Fun stumbled upon with a stranger,
A stage spun with cotton,
Age humbled and softened,
Fading from top to bottom,
Forgotten and lost,
Hot from the cost of
The cold back porch,
Frost clotting eye lashes
Casting a herringbone sky.

1 comment:

  1. I really enjoyed reading this poem; just beautiful!

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