Sunday, 21 October 2012

Tapestry Speckled

It started
Navy blanket
Spread on bed.
As suns arose
Day to day
We woke
Same blanket, new day.

How blank it was,
My mind a navy tinge;
Heavy it felt
As in embrace
The tapestry grew heavier
With each passing day.

As time passes
The dust builds,
Small specks at first
Quickly dissolve together
Forming an absence,
Lack of colour
In the lit room
A hole. Crack of sky,
A heavy shade.

Not simple anymore
That navy blanket
But covered by lint:
Insignificant specks
All separate, terrific gaps between.
Solitary, they glow:
Rippling rays of light
In that once-lit room.

By Oli Thompson