Sycamore seeds strewn
opening skies.
Fear walks openly
in different paths.
A second twilight
brings creatures and shadows.
A second moon
an eerie sleep.
On an island
a swan with her young.
3/5/20
~
Magpie paintbrush
Iridescent quill
the morning flowers
your resolute will.
Won’t you pause
fence-hopping,
treetop thicket
chk chk chking?
The fan of your tail
the gentle breeze
gloved fingers
brushing leaves.
Won’t you stop by
this window sill?
Lend me a feather
a touch of colour
just enough paint
for my finger nails.
April/May 2020
~~
Soft bells
jasmine flower.
On a branch,
a grapefruit.
Doorstep
of white flower
Around the corner
the sun sets.
22/06/20
~~~
In a vase
red, cream and pink roses.
Apples formed
on the little tree.
In the past,
the trees and fences are tall.
The grape vine,
the shade.
A pavement passes
with a voice.
In the garden,
Ma answers.
24/06/20
~~~~
Collecting the newspaper
Across the bridge
a park.
The train passes,
towards the south.
To the bench
and back.
Bindweed flowers
along the shade.
24/06/20
~~~~~
The night
made the child
the car.
The journey
made the child
words.
Carried to bed
he turned to sleep.
24/06/20
~~~~~~
Rain in the night.
Goldcrests played in the fir tree.
Fireflies that visited me.
Two steps ahead.
Floating.
The sun washed up the dishes.
–
A tree cut down,
still behind.
The shade,
a speck in the eye.
The archway blooms
to wither in the sun
with roses
and sparrows.
We wash up
to float a little, imperceptibly.
28/06/20
[Poems by S.Ali]
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