Thursday, 23 February 2012

Licorice sky

Purple doesn't taste like grapes
So much as lavender kisses
Sugar ropes and thrill gum
Rain clouds full of snow flakes
And platform shoes
Purple tastes like shag lint
(in a good way)
And frozen chive blossoms
Thawed in the sun
Is 'warm better'?
Purple wagging tongues will tell

Sunday, 12 February 2012

Please ring bell before passing

Wake us when you go
Please ring bell before passing
Sunshine over snow
Please ring bell before passing
Peal away the skin
Leave us with something delicious and delicate
Flaming within
Please ring bell before passing
When you're ready to overtake
A little tinkle before passing
Hoarfrost on the cake
Please ring bell before passing
If only In your heart
We'll hear it loud and clear
A tiny ring before passing
Departed forever near