It's Still Life

It Comes In Colours (of no particular order)

I. Downtown Brown

She wears new shoes and her downtown brown coat,
and she walks by the vendor with roasted nuts, and
the man sat on the pavement wrapped in a foil blanket.
And she doesn’t look back.

II. Green Bee

The scarlet roses are a rambling wild fire over the fence,
autumn pulling at the crackling of leaves.
Envy is that brief green, and bees noisy
as bells and clanging chimes.

III. Illuminating

Morning sunlight through the rain. Through the drifts
of crushed scented flowers. Cooling as water’s waves.
Shiny as a robin’s song. Morning is life through quiet eyes.

IV. Ibiza Blue

If we emptied the air, would earth still be rushing ahead.
I’ve never been to Ibiza. But I will pin its blue ribbon cameo
to my heart.

V. Winery (or Wine)

Dark. Deep. Stained. Muted music from behind the wall.
Snow on your tongue.
Still as night dreaming.
A fairy’s stain when it fell from the sky.

VI. Daylily

In the silence of that sprawling dawn,
I once thought I heard God in birdsong,
in the tumbling spill of the creek,
through the quiet and
through the filling of it.
There is an odd delirium between
sleep and wakefulness.

VII. Tomato Cream

It’s the colour of slurred heat.
Regret. Gravel under your bare feet.
Heaven’s wall without a gate.
Crackers that go disappointingly limp.

VIII. First Blush

A swarming of warmest white,
like the souls of small-boned birds,
shining as they reach for the sky,
and embarrassed by their own beauty.

IX. Clear Sky

I feel tall today. My feet on a pebbled beach.
My head knocking on the cloudless sky.
The sea shatters into spray, and the sun
throws smiles at us.

X. Red Alert

It’s the language of fire,
of lightning, of veins bound to bones,
of heaven’s theatre and its stars and storms.
It’s language with a magnet’s force.
Or the thought of being lost.

Written to Miz Quickly’s 9th August prompt “It Comes In Colors”. Shared with @Experimentsinfc #APoemADay and @Miz_Quickly on Twitter   ©Misky 2021