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.
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I love your poem- especially these 3 lines:
ReplyDeleteI would be a kaleidoscope
shooting a prism of rainbows
against white washed walls.
Thank you Kathe, sometimes I wonder where these words come from! xx Kay
DeleteScent for me has been forever transformed ....
ReplyDeletethe most evocative of all the senses...:)
DeleteRemarkably well written...
ReplyDeletethere are some smells that hold such power. Some such that we lock them away
ReplyDeleteIf scents were colours....... that's simply beautiful.
ReplyDeleteThanks Helena, in my world they are! x
DeleteEspecially like that playful/melancholy last stanza...
ReplyDeletea kaleidoscope of color offering new scents..chase the dream..catch the essence..fills my senses..
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