Decay

You were born in January in Winter’s deep heartland, When darkness walks across the earth and snow falls gently down. This year it rained, a sky of grey. No colour anywhere. I gave you tulips – pouting red – to brighten your despair of growing older. Losing hair. Of skin worn to a frown. Know … Continue reading Decay

Tulips

Tall purple tulips by towering granite walls, Unimagined lives cloistered within those narrow halls. You reach out to pluck one, caress its perfect shape, They are the only patch of colour in this urban landscape. The grey of the high-rise shuts out the sky, You leave the tulips growing, walk to a supermarket nearby, Buy … Continue reading Tulips