colour flies

colour flies

A Poem by andrew mitchell

As the wind rustles
A book of pages
Sunny side up, 
Outdoor table.
A page opens:
Colours rise and fly
Delicately laced;
Yellows, blues, oranges, red.
Against the sun.
Flowers fly winged;
A book of Butterflies.

© 2015 andrew mitchell


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Di8fferent than what I use to read from you Andrew, but I like it. Well done.

Posted 9 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

9 Years Ago

Thank you Robert. I've got to mix it up a bit :)
Poeticography (short edited poetical snapshot) love it like a warming sketch in an art class just the essential

Posted 9 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

9 Years Ago

Thank you Richard I was going to name the book of Colour Flies! in the poem

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