KATHLEEN FREEMAN'S BLUE

BLUE BY KATHLEEN FREEMAN

Blue

I see you a small square of blue

in the corner of my eye blended
The warmth of your concern seeped into me
finding some pores not quite clogged

Mingling with my sadness, a strange cocktail
I drank it down like Alice
I hated it, and I remembered
daddy had a blue eye too

Like a piece of ocean washed glass
it glinted from the horizon
Mournfully staring, emptied of memory

  

Azure blue butterflies are better
they live and they die in the sun.
Caressing tall soft grasses, constantly

moving, they can never settle
never to belong, refusing to love

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3.a.m


Angel of deliverance waits outside my bedroom window
The world hushes its long drawn breath for a while.
Somewhere far away tiny lizards dart beneath stones.
Thin streams hiccup gently to themselves.
An old owl shutters its amber eye sternly.
I am alone, as tight as bleached cotton
stretched across the glistening night sky.

At 3.a.m our time sir, I believe, is when
your specter returns, climbing over the strewn
broken packaging, that used to be my dreams.
Shadows finger themselves around floral wallpaper.
Monsters leap from polished wooden doors
hungry for the gnawed remains of my sleep.

Angel in beggar’s clothes slips away at dawn
to some washed continent I cannot even name.
Where blue-faced people hide themselves in forests.
Capturing the souls of children in dreamtime nets
Luring them far away to the steady beat of cricket
tails counting hypnotically in case they awake.










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