put colour to pale

Sunday 24th May 2009 12:13 pm

I’m high enough to see the rooftops
I grace rain gleefully
process it.
a cycle that never stops
struggling to escape
the bland below
I own sandals that never see sand
chipped nails
and imperfect cuticles, tales of weekly chores
come weekend
from the dresser reach for blusher
they make me a mannequin
put colour to pale
almost ready to hit the town
the closest thing to a sun tan radiance
I glow from within some days
but wearing thin, eroded beauty
waiting, for man to whisk away.
from all of this.



for Steve Garside.
inspired by his poem 'Dancing in the surf'