Poetry Blog by Graham Sherwood
at the kerbside bluebells smudge
a pallid watercolour cobalt wash,
a haphazard swathe of beautiful inky milk,
that mists the eye,
don’t stare at bluebells
their colour crystallizes and the vague effect
dissipates becominng real, hard, solid
and in losing their otherworldliness
they shrink and parch, submitting meekly
to the sturdy custard primroses.
© Graham Sh...
Monday 3rd May 2021 12:20 am