When understanding dies
—blood is all we have

(Dreamsleep: December, 2023)

As the bird sings
Moving on the air
With open wings
Neither here nor there
In endless song
As though in step along
With heaven’s rings
As the bird sings

What fell off the back of a lorry?
enquired Dixon of 'knock off green'

ooh,
I seen him on the telly
he was the rather jolly one
and not the laughing one
sadly
they're both gone now
and people mix them up,

that blue lamp I saw
matched the colour of my mood,
I swore
there and then to go on the
straight and narrow
and never again fall foul
of the law
or off the back of a lorry.

Middle bow
Bowstring
Nock settle in
Center
Take it slow
Pull back
Aim
Now you know
Draw in red with my bow

© 2023 Carol Natasha Diviney