29 October 2012
The island's morning colours
Are green and gold and red
Each a little signal
Saying go back home to bed
White obscures my sight
I gently make my way
Blinded by the headlight
As the black sky turns to grey
Roundabout has a moat
Potholes filled with rain
Car turns into boat
As I begin to aquaplane
Real green rarely seen
But hiding in plain sight
I know it'll be on show
With a little more daylight
White knight on a motored steed
Is desperate to get past
Understand, white van man
I've no desire to go so fast
Bus emerges from the gloom
Like a titan from the deep
Quietly rumbling, mustn't disturb
The passengers half asleep
Stroboscopic neon blue
Is suddenly everywhere
Make way for the ambulance
And its otherworldly blare
As it passes all that's left
Is the yellow lighted street
Reflected in the puddles
Where rain and Tarmac meet
Whipping past like tracers
As I carry on my way
Blow out these electric candles
As night starts to yield to day
Here's the morning journey
Coloured artificially
Not much to do with nature
But still beautiful to me
Shades Of An Island Morning • Opuss № I