Friday, 20 December 2013

Macaroni Love

Between blue boats, there’s
a well-dressed stranger in tears.
    The charcoal cat
miaows back.
Up close,
it’s snow: rose-
pink, hydrangea-blue.
You
were once a fearful smoker
altogether.
Today you’ve rediscovered the tang,
the settling on your tongue.
    You lean over the railings,
observe five goslings
fight the current
to keep pace with a parent,
and let your crass analogy
fall crushingly
like a riderless,
steeplechasing horse.

1 comment:

HO P said...

What wonderful poems!
You really have your way with words.
It was a pleasure reading your work.

Do checkout http://www.highonpoems.com
You might want to publish some poems here :)
Take care and keep writing.