‘’You love me, you love me not’’

an occupation for summer fields

& daisy chains:

when muscles are at ease

 

here in this land of cold’s

sharp hand I stare out over

sleet filled roofs, walk beside

the icy sea.

 

‘’You love me, you love me not’’

the petals fall on stony ground

& do I care to persevere

with fog fuelled nights?

 

Your promise waits at

the small white gate

that opens to the beach.

 

Here seagulls wail

the storm moves in its comrade’s:

with lightning thrusts & icy squall

at 4pm the darkness moves

 

to fling a cloak

on twilight’s pearl.

 

‘’You love me, you love me not’’

flutters down the street

where goblin’s snatch its wispy tail

& send it spinning out to sea

 

to drown in depths

of Neptune’s breath.

 

There nothing lives

& no one breathes

or waits to take my hand.

 

‘’You love me, you love me not’’

has simply disappeared.

 

 

Autumn came with ghostly calls

sun has shrunk on low tide shore

butterflies have flown for good

leaving us anchored here .

 

I met you on a winter’s day

by chance came knocking on your door,

your troubles made you stay away

but autumn’s wind has tied our knot

 

written us a  new love score.

 

I’m left, you’re right

I’m green you’re blue

we couldn’t be more different

but something’s tied between us two

 

& the autumn wind

with its winnowing breath

is loath to let us go.

 

You are too good

to be true :

 

you caught our rainbow

tied it to my ankle

 

demanded that I live again.

 

You are blue eyed

sunshine lights

 

body covered in a mist

of golden down.

 

I could have done with this

a lifetime ago

 

when the ebb & flow

of other’s icebergs

 

trapped me in tundra

icicle’d mid –winter.

 

You & I a golden brand

of possibility

 

of how love can be

 

in the right place

at the best time.