The leaves on the tree shimmer, catching the breeze, casting my mind this way and that. I have words circling my head, clattering around - flitting between memories and dreams. What did I have? What would I like? I want it all and none of it. It is all inside, cloaked in smiles. The sunshine cannot let the moon control the tides. The sea is calm, tacit; it ripples. Wavelets are origami ships. My dreams are beneath an ocean heart. Blue. Serene. ©Sarah Drury 2023
Inspired by a trip to the beach:
You wore your halo
Of curls
That day
Sea salt kissing sun slick air
Working the art of
Not giving a fuck
Kiss or tell
Truth or dare
Sugar spun promises
Devil don’t care
Luring tastes of tantalising
Tooth-fuck treats
Kiss me quick
Before the sun pays heed to
Your blindly dazzled senses
Kiss me like
I scry in a mirror
With eyes wide shut
Cos soon I wear defences
It is not for I
My nemesis of beauty
You chose a plastic sword
You had inclinations
To be
Archangel Michael
Porcelain fingers in china hand
Gold spun tresses
Pedalling a lunar cycle
Proud sword raised
To heaven’s gate
They don’t give a shit
The angels
A plastic prayer’s
A curse to keep
Faithless
Masquerading faithful
It will be
Choking up the
English Channel
Tomorrow
©2020 Sarah Drury
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