Summer love

Poppies slash corn
like new blood
stain gold with
skin silk
so so soft wind
tears them
earth skin to
earth dust
makes bone of us.

Kestrel crosses wood
startles doe
pigeon’s coo rustle leaves
all of these paint
Summer’s cry:
this moment
high sky
till Autumn’s whisper
tease us.

You come from
far off land
black eyes burn
a patent
you ask for time
could you be mine,
Summer’s net of love
draws back the band
between us.

The hay’s been cut
& you return
open armed
a promise of a coupling:
but poppy’s blood
has stained the dust
the opiate drunk
& Autumn’s call
dispersed us

4 thoughts on “Summer love

    • Victoria Mosley says:

      Well you know what a patent is ……….think about it possum ……x

      A patent (play /ˈpætənt/ or /ˈpeɪtənt/) is a form of intellectual property. It consists of a set of exclusive rights granted by a sovereign state to an inventor or their assignee for a limited period of time in exchange for the public disclosure of an invention.

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