WHERE IS THE RED ?

WHERE IS THE RED ? Voracious winter’s cacophony Cape starlings, turtle doves, pigeons Conductor Crow, on wet corrugated stage, beak battling for bun crumbs earth wrapped worms Where is the Red ? Droplets of night-rain decorate fairy tightrope washing line phone battery recharges dead dots a memory too full of autumn leaves crushed Valentine missing winter’s breath Cold fog clearing with Avalon images spine asks to curl once more knitting collagen cables with soul frequencies space becomes a hard white clot damp kitchen slip-slops await Where is the Red ?! Father prays then rosary memorises Mother hibernates into King Tut’s tomb will pumpkin seeds shoot dreaming her dreams neighbour opens sighing corduroy curtains Should she collect her state pension today ? Kettle clicks towards empty coffee jar It shall be tea… then pineal opens for Sananda’s whispers Mahasatipatthana sutta filters into claustrum cells He visited Guatama in his golden grove, bodhi trees beckoning I ask about winter flipping to spring in a yin-yang swing to bleak peak an infant bud He whispers, ‘ winter is only a wisdom of waiting the Red shall flow like your warm blood…as mine did…’ A dude, I replied, ‘ Keep warm’, a tear down my cheek ©GhairoDanielsPoetry &Song2017edit2024