Year
Shafts of light caress the silver hinges in my doorway, weaving shiny webs around its oak encrusted entrance. Open razzle-dazzle in full spectrum to a morning that has overslept. As rainbows flash across my sun-starved eyes, it dawns on me those neap tide nacres that I crave, the orange-red cloud eternally adrift, azimuthal coin beyond imagining, we’re mere vapour trail mirage. Instead a spring cascade of deep blue sea amethysts loiter round my hearth, with hazel brown inner eye an opal laden key.
to moulded window frame awaiting prompt,
enchantment from a dawn vision pathway
Poetry Reading