Anemones Japonica
There always is a window in
the room…a chair…
I sit ..some days I sit
Cemented to the spot
Glued like the alabaster dead
in revellry…
…time lilts beside the clock
time….bending into garden shapes
On days like this
I always mean to
Move towards a place…
Outside
Anemones Japonica sway to and fro
They love it all…love life
in breathy pink… the air the air
They love the air…
I always mean to go somewhere
On days like this.
I mean…to move.
Kristine Byrne
29th August 2014