Saturday, 25 April 2015

Day 25: Saturday Sketch


I love Saturdays - don't you? The stretchy ease and sprawl of them. And wine-infused evenings (in which this first-draft spontaneous-sketch poem was written in the haze of...)...

Saturday Sketch

Cumulus mountain ranges 
sift sky for seams, nebulous fiends 
ill-fitting alfresco dreams. 
Ballerina tulips dance in gardens, 
petals poised for wind pirouettes,
pentecostal flames.
A Buddha swoons, face on hand,
granite smile almost giddy, gregarious.
Day lies belly-up and indecipherable, 
a carpet of lackadaisical intent.
Until evening when wine intervenes 
with rabbit hole postulations 
to roll and tumble in.

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