next doorses shed...

i.m. Dolly 1990-2005

next doorses shed

On the roof of next doorses shed,

I once saw dusk kill day and wept.

As it insidiously encircled, then

drowned the doomed vanilla sky -

I wished that it could live and I,

put in its place my own demise.

The cumulus clouds ushered

the shadows slowly away

and the apple tree sighed,

as its maggot laden fruit

took the last sip of day.

The gnats gathered,

like wisps of smoke

that twist and curl

‘pon twilight’s
scythe and
cloak.

The horizon now, a smouldering pyre

on which black butterflies awake to gyre;

over jaded flowers, no-longer sweet,

since eve’s soft long kisses

and soporific needs. So,

on a bed of rusty leaves

they bow their spoiled heads in acceptance

of, the gloaming’s devilish deeds.

All submit nightfall...

Only the Jasmine had forgot!

And in that floral flavoured red wine darkness,

I was reminded, though that day was over,

summer was not.

- Cheyelle Omar


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