Wednesday, 2 April 2014

Day 1: April


April sounds 

like something
being peeled -
a fruit, a word, a coat -
to a shiny reveal.  
Or, said quickly 
under the breath
an almost rhyme 
to  'I will,' a promise 
to be kept.
Said aloud, the echo
of a smile. 

April looks 

like a seedling
above ground.
Pink blush at night
and apricot light
at dawn.  
A ribbon being tied
into a bow. 

April feels

like a bud 
on the brink 
of bloom, all petalled

© Siobhán Mc Laughlin

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