Commonword Blogs

You eased my sparkly
ladybird purse into your back pocket
sliding me a secret smile:
a language of colour and light

I collected the glints and dimples
you showed me on the winter nights.
They kept the chill from my fingers.
Your friendship: gloves
around the hands of time

For us only:
the nights spent pushing words up hill
severing gasps of cold air.
For us only the parallel
sleeping and curve of acceptance

We were irridesent particles:
syllables kaleidoscoped between us
our bodies merging mist
fragments forming a whole

Music held messages in its lyrical fist
unfurled just for us.
When Take That sang Magic
my inner smile curled up
as you danced to the colours of the rainbow

lollopop happy
was being unloaded
from your lorry on my mums fronts.
Yawning from a late night talking scribble
and boxing up promises
The living-flame flecking your eyes
pinking our cheeks

Alone I paint the questions
that sting my eyes

you slowly rub your fingers
through the still wet paint

The ladybird laments