A vast brick wall
solid and complex
hectic mountainous
beeswax of bricks
spotlit
by the afternoon, evening
crossover sunlight
orange highlights
on its rust and dusty greys
*
The sky has been severed
by a sever black line
of electrical cord
between one dull
wall and a squat
green building.
The walls,
like corrugated cardboard
are heated by a conical bin of smoke
on top of a column of metal
leading down to the floor.
It’s a torch at the Olympic
Stadium
forgotten
and all gone out
*
Perhaps they have moved her
by now
*
Paler bits of sky
behind trees in the distance
make a sparkling skyline
a burnt or burning
horizon
The trees are buttered
they shimmer as they melt
May 20, 2008 at 9:28 pm
No idea why I had never googled my own name…when I did I found a number of imposters…or namesakes or whatever you would like to call them…I am replying too yours as I wonder how many folks have read it and thought it was me. *smile*
Alice Mary