Tickled by wriggling worms
Germs that mislead and multiply.
Yearn for the sun to shine
Whilst gathering corn in paper sculptured cranes
Carefully crafted to mirror a reflection.
Realisation of dripping running streams
Twinkling in the ear with multiple harmonics contesting.
Star gazing at stars
Selling partnerships in stockings.
Lipstick chaps stick to the window pane
Like frozen ideas unable to change.
Although it all darkens in daytime
Never the cool light of dawn.
A scarf around the apple to keep warm
A storm is coming
A chilled warning that we are together
In the firing line
Tied to the finish line.
Copyright Patrick Turner-Lee 12th December 2015