Friday, 21 April 2023

Confusion / Calm

 

Day Twenty-One





In scatter-time

moments,

swelling yellow-

olive odium.

Or the green-

pea quease

of scarlet rising,


If every

sleep-fiend

smother-blue

night shade

crawls, tight 

violet at

your collar,


Feel the breeze

with this;


They are rainbows

tailing rainfall.

Light, in

the squall.

See /

 

Swallow

this cool

Strawb'ry blush.

The harmonite,

Forget-Me-Not,

Sea-Greenity

of it all.


Permit

a breadth

of rainbow

overlooping.

You're okay.







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2 comments:

  1. Anonymous21 April 2023 at 14:16

    I like this, the half-rhymes and the colours. In places it's like holding a breath, waiting for the wave to wash over.

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  2. Anonymous21 April 2023 at 14:16

    Anonymous is Jane Dougherty btw.

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