October 15, 2018

 

Gone to Jean Rhys' purple sea

 
 
 

Gone to Jean Rhys' purple sea

Sunlight came to my house.
It came knocking. It came
And went like winter guests usually do. Like angels
Or when you put away things.
The sphere of childish things.
Flowers came to my window. A
Woman's reflection (or rather self-portrait).
She was standing alone in the
Rain. Fading blooms on their
Own out of focus journey. You're
Thunder dear, I wanted to whisper
In her ear. Coming home in the
Afternoon. There's a dream in
Her my eyes sees. I know what
She is thinking. That this is not
The morning that she expected.
Departure. The secret of joy. Poetry in the art
Of fishing. Safe footprints washed
Away like yesterday. Swamp!
The depth of futility can be found there.
The almost tranquil dance of
Sins and moonlight. Joyous and brave!
The sun anonymous. It flickers.
Black rain a memoir. A soul on fire and
So the change within me came.






Article © Abigail George. All rights reserved.
Published on 2018-04-02
Image(s) are public domain.


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