Stay Blue. Poem by Alistair Plint

i.

Pyrotechnics spark
anger in
bright light
firing bolts
of electricity
roaring through
tennor and
bass voices;
thundering
between thick
mammatus
cotton-wool
stuffed in the
blackest hate

just weather
much like humanity

ii.

nursery rhymes
keeping beat to
skipping ropes
hopscotch, and marbles;
after the swing
laughs tears of joy
in summer's
ultra violet rays
of pure, happy
energy
Drifting to a
milky dreamworld
in galaxies of fairy-lights
and gloworms
spinning circles
like innocent games
of ring-a-rosies
-just before bed time

I am the sky
much like a playground


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