Modern Colours

Flashes of a ballroom
vibrant 1950s green,
black and white tiles
blood red river running
between the tiles

Never to return, or so
it seemed once
Stepping over the threshold
into childhood screams

A solitary figure with
no one to greet her
The renovations were simple,
that green colour she loved

Turning away from this
place of painful memories
Leaving behind the good and
the bad for modern colours

Bruised Jazz

A cage of your own making
jumbled maddening sounds
dancing up a storm of anger

Inaccessible to the ones you love
banging and blaming
yourself against every single wall

Tear-stained mascara tracks
dripping on
your cheeks, neck, breasts

Tearing at the wallpaper
no hidden text of hope
nor any buried treasure

A victim's marks blotch
your arms, back, and face

You know it was not your fault,
yet you blame
and blame and blame yourself.

A mess of limbs, hair and wild eyes
you look to the ceiling, the record
stops, and the rain begins to fall

You let all the shit go.

Inspiration: Pizzicato Tiled Daffodils

fast steps, slow steps
fast steps, slow steps

a turn and saffron whirl
sipping from a warm cup

terracotta streets of warmth
the scent of perfume, flowers

tomato, mozzarella, and shallots
atop warm kneaded baked bread

olive oil flowing down the streets
cloves of garlic, olives, and cheese

caught up in the warm high tide
flowing along on food and your love