Wednesday, 4 May 2016

Good Grief: A Start


Image by Molly Line
Words by Wynn Wheldon




‘A DREAM OF BLOSSOMING AS A LION’

A dream of blossoming as a lion
Vivified stone, greeting each new season
With aplomb, with divine resignation

Maybe not the kind of dream we suckle on
When we dream with chin sunk on knuckles
But fanciful beyond mere chucklesome.

One should not steal another’s reverie
Interloping without care, sleeplessly
But because there is always the sky

Which is an infinity of the new
A mess of greys, a glass full of blue
I am pleased to lease what is not my due




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