Sunday, 11 May 2014

Amok


A Sunday spent sauntering around the streets
Of London
Two days later rain would enter our minds
This day however
Only sun rays

Mosaic on the wall
The flower stall men
Petals on the streets were rubbish
Not a squirrel in sight
Chopin

Trailblazers like comets
Coming soon
To mark the end of a delightful day
Shine but May sunshine
Light as day

Trillips and trollips across
The tundra
Not a drink in sight
Chopin

Sunday nights are’mystery to me - too
Daunting a task to comprehend
Spent alone in the woods
All alone in the moods
Swing from the moon
Moon mook
Amok