Sep 2019
saffron wings
sleeves of copper
vanilla ice cream heaven
which was
a carnival of stars
in the first yawns of morning
which was
the first tepid trickle
of something returning
yourself
behind the wheel
sand snuggling your toes
which was
yourself with arms open
breathing again alive alive
sleeves of copper
vanilla ice cream heaven
which was
a carnival of stars
in the first yawns of morning
which was
the first tepid trickle
of something returning
yourself
behind the wheel
sand snuggling your toes
which was
yourself with arms open
breathing again alive alive
Written: September 2019.
Exploitation: A poem written in my own time inspired by a picture that a friend of mine uploaded during their trip to Morocco. Feedback welcome. A link to my Facebook writing page can be found on my HP home page.
Exploitation: A poem written in my own time inspired by a picture that a friend of mine uploaded during their trip to Morocco. Feedback welcome. A link to my Facebook writing page can be found on my HP home page.
