Pantoum: precious colour
We talk in
shapes of precious colour,
twisted about
and twisted in.
Our curse
is that we feel it so,
but we can’t
bring the darkness out.
Twisted out
and twisted begin,
can you
feel how it feels to breathe?
Here we won’t
bring our darkness out
though the
moon seeks to serenade us.
Can you
feel how it feels to breathe,
floating in
a space outside yourself,
while the
moon serenades us?
She washes skies
over in silver lace,
floating in
a space outside yourself.
Is it our
curse that we feel it so,
the skies
washed over in silver lace,
as we talk
in shapes of precious colour?
Copyright Vickie
Johnstone, November 28, 2020
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