9 May 2021: When …

photo from “Abandoned Places”

When

When
cool moonlight scents the night colour-blind,
and streetlights shimmer languages to stars,

and May’s burnt into photos of things growing,
and you’ve trampled all your question marks,

that’s when

I think about that bird that hit the window,
and it fell to the pavement. A small soft stain.
We wrapped it a towel, and buried it.

That day felt like rain.
Or a one word poem.

          I woke one morning with grey hair.
          That doesn’t seem natural to me,

But,
age doesn’t come with peace or welcome.
It comes in sodden watercolours and
illegible words. A wet stain on a sheet of paper,

or when autumn leaves stick fast to your shoe.

Image is from Abandoned Places on Twitter. Shared with @Experimentsinfc #APoemADay on Twitter   ©Misky 2021

4 responses to “9 May 2021: When …”

  1. …and soon enough, they’ll wrap US in a towel and…

    Liked by 1 person

    1. But not quite yet…

      Liked by 1 person

  2. Your imagery is so imaginative. Wonderful stuff!

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