Boots of Spanish Leather
From an almost comfortable battered saddle
I straddle a pale camargue mare
Balanced by boots of Spanish leather
In low water stretching to the sun
A flamingo dancer in feathery sunset pink
Cast her net for blushing shrimp
Salty sweated hide and sea kale scents
Subside as afternoon’s stored energies run out
Grey stillness descends
Monday 16th November 2009 9:41 pm
Looking for Blues
Blue greys, blue haze, blue rays, blue jays,
Blue cables, blue tables, blue green, blue sheen,
Blue circle, blue square,
Blue birds over, don’t know where;
Blue Bols umbrella drink,
Pot the blue then pot the pink
Blue Mondays, ruby Tuesdays?
Don’t step on my blue suede shoes days.
Blue blokes telling blue jokes
Blew away in a puff of blue smoke;
Mi...
Sunday 11th October 2009 6:19 pm
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