White Heat

The sun has stolen the colour from the sky;

Leached it bright, whitehot, bone dry.

I tip my head and gaze up high.

On powdery winds greydoves fly.

 

Like talc, so that horizons blur

And smudge and shimmy and slowly slur,

For lips are fat cracked in kilnhotheat

Slippery dust beneath barefeet.

 

And with her canvas blanched of stain

The sun she clambers up again

And rolls furnace red into sight

Turning blush pink the virginal white.

 

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8 Responses to “White Heat”

  1. R. Sherman Says:

    Nice.

    Cheers.

  2. Lyn Says:

    Ahhh. Simply lovely.

  3. Another Memsahib Says:

    Thank you. I miss it so.

  4. connie Says:

    Beautiful. A new day, a new canvas…

  5. nuttycow Says:

    Lovely RM 🙂 Well written. x

  6. theoryaday Says:

    Gorgeous. It is blackberry season here too.

  7. Grouse Says:

    Love!

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