Thunder unravels the sky
Lightning flashes coruscate over the ruins
The world spirals around you.
Forcing the trees to bend down to your power.
Thors hammer beats the ground.
Another flash, a bough falls.
Stones crash and crump
Thudding down onto the ground.
Your hands conduct a symphony of gestures.
One more flash, then you are gone.
I’m craving bright plants and flowers,
Summer sun and bright blue skies,
Piled up with blousy flowers
Swiss chard and marigolds
Poppies and antirrhinums
Names that scramble on the tongue
But bloom on the ground.
Days to sit on the patio getting hot,
Or in the summerhouse keeping cool
……. Instead? Rain and wind!
I came across this photo from about 5 years ago….
When attending a moustache workshop
Be careful where you put the glue
You might end up looking like Rembrant
Laughing like a cavalier.
You might end up with curling eyebrows,
Or with a twisting beard.
Just don’t go mad with super glue
Or you might have it for Years!
Let your face shine in the sun,
Turning to catch all the rays,
Like a radio telescope tracking the stars.
Your flower, crackling with energy.
How beautiful and regal you are.
Brimming with sunlight,
Gleaming with golden hues.
Sunflower, King of flowers.
Gem of plants,
Strong, bold, liquid gold.
Waiting for the night to turn to light,
For my breath to calm,
For the rushing noise in my ear to stop.
Anything to keep me from harm.
Let me sleep through nights eternal flight,
Let me sleep and miss the noisy road.
My lids are heavy, I start to nod
Leave earth in dreamland
But then I thud
Back into reality
Pull into alarmed wariness
By a noise in my head.