Other poles shifted
30 October 2015
The days hurried by
Grey repetition of beats
But for three red spots
I loved poppy fields
Often most when they touched skies
In red-blue embrace
A rabbit scurried
He bestowed me some nonsense
From bottled malice
The Earth spun around
Sun’s glorious stray dances
While I composed soul
The nightingale whirled
All wheels flew out of axis
Camp descent painful
A tadpole blinked twice
Its tongue caught a fly’s motion
Other poles shifted
I took crimson walk
Between yellow lines but fell
Forgotten in hay
Your words and choice of music read my mind. Sade has been on my playlist all day. I Love her song Soldier of Love. Your poetry takes me to another place deep inside my mind. You are a shapeshifter of words and imagery.
Thank you Deborah. I do hope you are feeling better and yes, you are definitely a soldier of Love though recently you have probably been “crying everyone’s tears”. Your immense love, dedication and sacrifice for that love are truly commendable and should be rewarded. I feel deeply for both Stephen and you. Keep strong, keep the faith fairy godmother and may your wishes come true.
I’m running out of adjectives to praise your work with…LoL…at the risk of redundancy…Beautiful!! ღ
Thank you so much Mark. Redundancy is good sometimes 🙂