a soft summer dawn
almost perfectly moody
melting of colours
Dawn
My Denouement
The dirt and the heat: fiery ochre dirt blazing away in the sun.
I travelled for days to find you, yet I know in my heart that you are dead.
As I find no strength to go on, the grey clouds of my childhood gather, the rain starts to fall, and I reach my denouement.
Flames
the indigo sun
scorching the land
a dispossessed heart
no more cares to give
the flames turn hostile
entitled to own this land
burning books is easy
a destruction of souls
satisfies a dark hunger
fueling the Flames
everything ends
not until the Flames find them all
Banana Chair
Cobalt blue to the horizon
the warmth renews
Baking on the banana chair
pale skin turns pink
Adorned in blue and gold
skin sparkles gems
A Bold Queen on the Nile
worshipping Horus
The water cools warm skin
feeling oddly wet
Reality seems too close now
neighbours’ hose
Persimmon Sunset
The light starts to fade early
Goulash and Spatzel
Becoming
looking through your eyes
paper lanterns glow to illuminate the night
a foreign language, place
becoming you for a while
complex scents of incense, herbs, spices
memories linked to scent
feeling what you keep safe
memories and moments create understanding
destiny crawls toward you
scents, words, and the glow of the lantern
nothing can save you now
touching your sword and falling into death
Daydream Dream
A summer dress in winter
Sometimes green, sometimes black;
never brown or orange.
Unconventional stockings
A contrast of colours that stands out;
offensive to the conservatives.
Elegant and controlled
Walking in every nature season;
odd looks fail to offend.
A daydream within a dream
Falling madly in love with the park bench;
continuing the journey.
An Outcast
rows of women accompany rows of vines
as generations before had done, they picked the pink crimson berries
too young to understand the status quo,
she imagined
a palette of pink, crimson, seal brown, and black pouring from the sky
as the women became formless, saturated colours
all the colours falling, all the women unseen, and slowly
the women, the vines, and the farm dissolved away to be replaced by blues, greens, yellows, and greys
unlike the other women, she left the farm when she was old enough
she was an outcast
no berries touched her fingers
yet she saw all the colours in a new light
felt the sea on her feet
the desert sand touches her face
and she became free
Winds of Change
The season changes
ice winds whistle loudly through
the power lines, trees
the sunlight plays a subtle
song through the dying flowers
Skylight Cat Nap
the caress of a throw rug
your favourite chair by the fire
listening to the crackling
Undercover, yet exposed
vast skylight flooding the night
movements in the sky
C & K 