Sunday, 29 March 2015

Prism




Hold
the rain from me
shelter me
for a moment
under your spell.

Walk me through
tarnished streets
monochrome
brightly reflected lights
that brings chaos to my melancholy mood
I look for violet, purple madder and indanthrene blue
but find only paynes gray and lamp black.

Paint me
in every sensual hue
drawing from your memory
slick, sweat scented musk,
clary sage with hints of neroli
if scents were colours
I would be a kaleidoscope
shooting a prism of rainbows
against white washed walls.

Your fingers shadow boxing
a hare  racing
the dog panting
chase the dream
catch the essence
place it in a sandalwood box
and hide it under the bed.

KD  29/3/15

For the other writers work are here.Magpie tales no.263.





10 comments:

  1. I love your poem- especially these 3 lines:
    I would be a kaleidoscope
    shooting a prism of rainbows
    against white washed walls.

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    1. Thank you Kathe, sometimes I wonder where these words come from! xx Kay

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  2. Scent for me has been forever transformed ....

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    1. the most evocative of all the senses...:)

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  3. there are some smells that hold such power. Some such that we lock them away

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  4. If scents were colours....... that's simply beautiful.

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    1. Thanks Helena, in my world they are! x

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  5. Especially like that playful/melancholy last stanza...

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  6. a kaleidoscope of color offering new scents..chase the dream..catch the essence..fills my senses..

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