Tuesday 1 September 2015

Lay me down.





as the summer evening draws in
memories filter through the fading light
of my days in the beds of peonies
gathered petals strewn  on the ground
i lay in a magenta grace
listening to swifts chattering their gossip
and the cry of the red kite
soaring the heavens
perfumed air a constant
(now a candle burns of peach and tamarind)
as the sun is a fickle partner.


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