Snatches of Day

for the love of words and their combinations... a poem purely for my own pleasure. all images taken and twisted from memory.

fever heels.

shrieking blonde.

a cracked & spinning star.

skin lifted, bone from bone.

cornered in gymnasium.

a lullaby shaped to silent lips.

blue-lit throat open & ringing in the bell-eaves

a sparrow perched at the shoulder of the window, flabbergasted in love.

 

soft pulse.

a supple chemical imbalance.

hot-bogged smell in sun-green grass.

dull-eyed denim screaming with marigolds.

a trumpet breathes Easter. bluebells eat their hats in renunciation.

mums slurp their wigs, smacking of strawberry dye.

lilacs thickening into a bouquet.

a line of slugs falling icily into the grass.

 

a field of fiddleheads

a brash shining crow

a red pop-berry tree

asway in an unfurled sky.

 

autumn ash around our ankles

shuddering like the bellies of bombs.

 

the bruised morning rises to battle, in the sharpest cold.

willow branches serenely drowning into the lake.

soaked satin knees gallop down pale hills.

 

copper kettles

dipped in white clouds

gleaming in the window.