Cross-legged, hot froth cups
sip it, a long sparkling sea in the bay
aquamarine, such a summer sea
high tide, in February, my, the clouds
billowing, folding in somersaults
in the sky, the gulls interweaving
and scorching, cars busying
and bustling, scatters of sunbeams
on our cheeks. You have icing sugar
on your thighs, the cinnamon bites
the back of my throat: "Want a sip?"
"Nah" Castle Cornet is mighty beautiful today
and Sark, sitting just across the bay,
clear as day, clouds blooming from its peaceful earth,
I think back to the evening
with thunder, lightning and rain
cycling and screaming and laughing (it's okay)
my lips are sore. You're going to dye your hair
brighter red again (well I'm doing it for you)
"It's been such a pleasant morning."
"Yeah it has."
"I could just jump in, do you think it's deep enough?"
"It is, but you'd freeze, it's still February."
"It's practically summer today." It is.
(22nd February 2014)
spent a lovely day with my twin sister :)
YOU ARE READING
Blue Moon
Poetry"Still she haunts me, phantomwise, Alice moving under skies Never seen by waking eyes." - Lewis Carroll, Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There (2012 - 2014)
