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