A collection of poems and other writings...

Thursday 17 April 2014

Little Blue

The hand of man
has drawn thickly
over the lap
of this land,
and
into dark corners
it has pushed
concrete and asphalt
like vaseline
before its setting thumb.

And on this hardboiled
lumpen rock
I grind my feet to dust.

But beside the 
clanging grey
of this combed road
a pepper of blue -
little blue -
picks up the sky
and throws it back.

No matter where
I find my feet,
no further away than a rat
will be 
some fragment of blue -
regardless of the grimy day.

Look now
and you’ll see it too
- little blue -
the ripped corner
of a wrapper,
a button,
the lid from milk,
full fat,
a rejected smartie,
a frenzy of massacred
chip forks,
and the elbow-pleated straw
from Terry’s
Ribena.

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