Thursday, 14 February 2013

Soft Canvas, a rare love poem

Sunset City Skyline by Pineman

It is a soft canvas you compose upon;
swirl your dipped finger along
and gentle, leave your mark
in a palette you and the canvas
will know.

Straw grass, and sunset across the park
where long-limbed baseball
boys play into
summer, the canvas
slowly collects the sky,
and washes you across it.

There is no not you:
the trees, the children,
the late evening cut grass
and iron-railed front porches laden
with memories among the begonias.
The city edges away,
all colours stirring to you.

The sirens incite and cry.
You arc and brace among them,
blending soft edges and hues,
kissing the canvas alive.


This poem first appeared online at blueskies poetry and was their posted poem for Valentines week, 2009


Anonymous said...

Beautiful. Just what I needed to read today. Thank you Philippa.

Philippa Dowding said...

Dear Anonymous, thanks for dropping in and reading! PD