11 December 2012
Toss me over and cast a line,
Rungs of spindly rushes to climb.
Glow in the dark stickers peel free,
Fireflies in the velvet caterpillar tree.
Technicolor bounds to my feet,
Icicles, frozen sound-bites of sleet.
I seep sparkling cider and apple lemonade,
The bluebirds tumble with stomach aches towards shade.
Twisting clouds and ebony eyes,
Sleeping hand in hand as you visualise;
My darling, I'll be here, and you'll be free,
When you wake up beneath this acorn tree.
Apple Lemonade • Opuss № I