DREAMSCAPE

This is a poem I wrote a while ago. I was inspired by a colour, the antwerp blue that appears at the beginning and went on from there

Sitting

under the shadow of the oak’s

Antwerp blue leaves,

I am lost in thought

as I watch the

intermittent

squirrels

skipping on

silver-

green

rocks.

The river flows, all

mauves and pinks

and gold,

on its way to the lives

of resplendent albatross,

while an eider

of egyptian colours

rests among the rushes

dreaming silky waves.

I let myself go with the river,

let the taffeta rush of the leaves

lull me into a dream world

where I am not myself, but

a whirl of colour.

The End

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