Wednesday 12 October 2016

The Pot of Seven Colours

We stand here on the brink
The very edge of the rainbow
Peering into the pot of seven colours
It contains no leprechaun's gold
But a starlight diorama of bliss
of her best most-dimpled smiles
And his brightly gregarious guffaws
I want to leap merrily and freely
Into the lightning starburst 
Collect all their astral glitter dust
And free them all from the ties that bind
I hesitate daily...because to do so
Would be to bring
the angel winds of silence
Into his life once more
I seek to try again, another year

Anne the Obscure

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