Peach Sky
The sun’s a loophole,
a peach in the breeze,
and haze like smoke
hangs between trees.
There’s a warming
buried in the land’s long guts,
steadily fibrillating
like lost clockwork.
They sense it, all living things,
shoppers, weans and nutters,
they’ve a spring
in their step, a valve’s unshuttered;
nature is nudging them
to tiny acts of mayhem.
9 comments:
I love that last line! :)
The question is, is the sun an ambiguity that provides a way of escaping a difficulty without resorting to minor civil unrest and mayhem, or is it a small slit in a wall, especially one through which small arms may be fired to incite them?
new small acts of mayhem
Indeed, ambiguities everywhere.
I feel for people with small arms, though.
You feel for people with small arms? Why, can't they do it for themselves?
I really like it - until it kind of loses its preceding rhythm in the final couplet, which is a really good couplet, but feels out of sync with what went before, metrically.
Sorry to nitpick.
aye stoosh, how about nature is nudging them along/to new acts of msyhem?
What about it? I was merely expressing an opinion, not negatively criticising your piece of work.
I was responding to your positive suggestion you daft bastard.
I really like the last line, it does sum up spring pretty well
Oh aye, never noticed the change. My apologies, you recondite old recluse you.
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