Wednesday, April 27, 2016

Day 27 of Poetry Month - April 2016

Friends, who I haven't spoken to in years, still affect my thoughts. Especially if they've had a tough life.

Bathroom Batik
            For Nancy

The yellow crescent casts
a shadow over daisies,
stark-white and set alone.
Unnamed birds soar above
an orange landscape caught
off guard by tan-buffed clouds.
Colour true and waxen
cloth speak loud of you as
I sit upon the throne.

© Catherine Woods 1998

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