In Ribbons

 

                           (For all the harlots at King’s Cross)

 

                            When silver mirages blue

                            Paths of yellow ribbons

                            Wander at red shoes

 

                            You’re as promised as scarlet

                            Curving cups to lips

                            Of fine Chantilly wine

 

                            An’ your soft travelling voice

                            Ripples beyond the skylight

                            Temptin’ angels to abscond

 

                            As a subtle smile invites

                            Mysterious attractions

                            That delight an’ joy of poets

 

                            As eyes reveal origin of soul

                            Born in heaven’s grace

                            Is all your presence

 

                            Your incense of wind and trees

                            Transcend heaven to earth

                            At the touch of a garment

 

                            Your countenanced desert robes

                            Deep deep blues shade

                            Burning burning yellow

 

                            As like a flower cast on Crete’s

                            Rained splashed on feet

                            Blessing white stones

 

                            Unchain sight to melody’s

                            Sea kissed sand of surrender

                            As a rock melts to wax.

Reviews

[SSKaitlyn]

An interesting read to say the least. I enjoyed the flow, and seemingly simplicity of the words but complexity of the meaning. Well done.

[Duncan Brown]

Thank you very much