With the sun..

Wearing wrap-around seduction.
A blindfold angel in black.

Mirrors to glimpse
a fine troubled prince?

Dressed-up pathway to the soul
banned,
in exchange for intrigue.

An aviator blocking out the skies?

Shaded, jaded movie-star,
behind the wheel,
top down in the wind?

Like a niqab
inverted
your face is somewhat free.

(But the eyes have it.)

For all we know
the whites of your sight
are prized pearls
within shut shells.

May this band of tan
leave us wondering.

Could be anyone.

Just for today.

Designed
to smoulder the sun away.

Simple Pleasures #2

The smell of sun-tan lotion

I'm sure it's happened to you. You twist the lid and hold it near your face. It might be a wet and windy Glasgow evening, but suddenly you're transported back in time to that beach in the south of France. You might be soaking in Seattle, but your senses are sizzling in the Seychelles.The tiny specks of sand around the bottle neck only confirm that you're actually basking in the mid-afternoon sunshine. You can almost hear the waves crashing to shore...

Now, you may be pulled back to reality almost instantly, but isn't there something magical about this kind of time-travel? A fragrant De Lorean voodoo that can send your worries scurrying for a split-second? Let's give a standing ovation to the olfactory perception that sun-tan lotion or sunscreen can bring us. It's a simple pleasure. Have you been taken on a journey by your sense of smell recently?

(It's) All Good

This late May,
Summer left a calling card
Sitting on our patio
Newly born.
Seed cake pecked away,
Shadows share an aviary,
Cappuccino frothing
On Saturday at dawn.

Early June rainfall,
Floodgates open us,
Current swell swirls back
A letter from St John.
Building a reading list
Pianoing the dusk back
Tapping two golf balls
Across this lawn.

All good things
Beginning to begin again:
Spiriting us skylines,
Freshly unknown,
Excavating soil
For the smile of an alien,
All good things
Are yet to be shown.







Written for Theme Thursday