Little by little we glide
on words unsaid,
inhale the air of Indian summer,
nudge our toes towards desire,
leafy, languid heat.
In the stillness
beyond the golden haze,
the verdant greens
and cyan sky
sparkle by the riverside.
the gentle zephyr breeze,
my pockets, empty, light.
© 2012 Louise Hastings
Copyright: James Rainsford, Used with Permission
A sudden rainbow across heavy skies
brings rare sunshine and fleeting light on water.
I throw off the winter cold and bare pale skin
to the sun, paint myself anew with colours
fresh and bright. The days go by
like a smile on an empty face
and I ripen in the sunshine
beneath an oozing, soft green light,
tangling serotonin in my hair,
lemon-blossom from the meadow at my feet.
But a shadow drags behind me
whenever the weather breaks.
Steady rain lashes at the window,
splashes city parks and dead end streets,
trickles down my neck and pools around my wrists.
As the darkness spreads there’s not much of me left.
I run towards the fragile, summer sun.
©2012 Louise Hastings
Written for the wonderful prompt at dVersepoets Poetics ~ Patterns, Pictures and Poems hosted by James Rainsford
Flashing colour of a bird,
as blue it seems
as the azure sky of the summer.
The last summer,
where I saw you before
One more day
the last day so blue,
blue as the river
Dreamily, I watch
He lives in me, to die
Love, I see you