Theme: Intoxication

Intoxication at Twilight

I turned lightly as a pivoting flower
on a new fold of breeze; a purple sash
half-hidden in the blue, whose continuous
curls lay faintly voyaged in the clouds,
engaged a high celestial order
in the bishopric of a spire; a Welsh
choir of trees in whispering lilt! -- broken by
the taunt from the exposed hidden blackbird!
Till, one by one, the children disappeared;
till in that drained light not a living thing
pulled a leaf other than how the breeze
pulls leaves; and I had passed on too, walking
to where the street-corner pub breathed in pink
and yellow light: walking, and passing on.


More By  :  R. D. Ashby

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