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"The Green Bruise of Daylight" 

A person can die for love
one sees red
the other sees blue
purple bruises

one sees red 
alarm lights siren
purple bruises 
detach into the grey

alarm lights siren
there is no more singing
detaches into the grey
courts fuelled by pocketsful of lies

rocks and gavels 
for the weighting 
ocean deep confetti
bottomless drowning

the other sees blue
detaches into the grey
purple bruises
fade away 

purple bruises 
wrapped in
white paper sentences
stain the mind 

words black peppered

crushed mulberry memories 
flock like seagulls
their call haunting
hungry scavengers feeding

messages clipped
around their ankles
carrier pigeons in steel cages
jail birds wait the day anticipating

windows watch 
windows the colour
of deep forests turn and
walk away

murders of crows
wings rise and fall
towards the green 
bruise of daylight

stain the mind mottled
lights along a road
flood the dark spots
driven the long way home

behind straight lines
boundaries marked
contained within fences
broken prisons min min jackets

keys thrown far away 
golden chords harpooned
in the heart 
of a lost cherub

in safe harbour 
another calling see
waves wash the 
grave dirt away

windows watch windows 
the colour of deep forests turning
towards dark night, the missing
archangel walks away

spilling blood
like poetry

(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
A Halloween Story






hints of pantoum

photographic art, Max Dupain/Australian.

Music. "High Above a Green Grey Sea", Colin Stetson.

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