"I closed all the Windows"
I wanted to be a fire opal with a copper tongue
and the nebular back of a kingfisher. There,
in your bathwater, as you soaked days shade
from the lilac hollows of your jaw. There,
on the maple skin of a finger, pressed
into silver as you sighed and turned her away.
I wanted to be mistaken for a woman walking
amid a crowd of ghosts on Hammersmith
with her chin held high. In a dress
that looked like an orchid repelling grit,
turning out layers of innocence each time
an alley suffocated the sunlight.
I wished to be stronger than the wind
that pushed beneath doors to carry Spring
in with the draught, or to move
like water from a tearstain-- vanished
from floorboards, returned to the cooling
of wide-open stratosphere. I believed
walls were armour gathered like a shield
around me. A shelter that halted rhythm
outside my window as ochre and green
drew curtains close against the sill.
I believed time was dormant-- a paused
firework of stars that formed my quiet--
nothing could come in, nothing could leave.
© 2005 EV Brooks (Lia)
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