is a pale shade of blue,
faded, blanched square patch of sky
prettily framed in old posters,
the encapsulation of ancient
in a motley collection of tin cups,
the Easter Egg reminder clasped in jagged fingers.
is the silk shirt that weaves
sonic phantasms for straining eardrums –
stop, start, peak, trough.
A physical trait in quantum mechanics.
The comforting presence in unexplained sorrows.
The vehicle for molecules of Panadol Cold.
is the moon’s flirtatious glow
on the surface of the sea
by the inkiness of the water.
But is a crater
No! Indentation rises to retaliate,
Alice’s quite keen on retribution
(because you got through the wrong entrance, you lout)
Though we skirt around the edges,
we never, ever try to consummate – !
© Zelda Reville