The silence was golden And the silence was loud As the snow told its secrets To the cold, frozen ground I thought I saw an iceberg
By Megan Stockhill 3 years ago in Poets
You fill my stomach with butterflies Like I'm your own personal vivarium Just a glass building With two arms and two legs
Breathing in teal on a warm summer night Gyrating splash of malachite Cutting through pineapple sunshine drizzle Lathering pink scent of clementine fizzle
Apple green and new barn red Painted my childhood in crisscross apple sauce flecks As snowy blossoms dotted the neighbourhood
As I fell into autumn's golden sea I came upon a coral reef A forest of scarlet and copper leaves Spilled like wine on crisp honey breeze
Monday swam in like a mermaid Brewing cirrus plumes in sky's distillery For which to adorn her fair millinery Of gold straw sunshine braid
Cleopatra-by-the-sea Heart full of palm trees beating greenly against a ribcage of blue waters Within which it is comfortably cloistered
I saw a rock concert today It had four legs and a golden mane A hundred and fourteen decibels dressed in a fur coat Padding the ground with arch and stealthy paw
The sun, like a ripe pear leaks juicy rays onto watercolour grey While sand filters through toes like coffee grains A painted horizon absorbed into lapis eyes
Green iris flames peer slowly from the windows of your gaze Which I hold like a fragrant bouquet of 'welcome homes' Like the petals of purple scar roses scaling your stones
