Damson

If you ask I might startle a sparkle...
Just don't expect some arc of colours.
There is this darkling marking my muse...
This spate of despair stained quite damson-
Flavoured bitter yet somehow intriguing.

So...

I give up on the dreary debacle!
And decide to mix my own humours.
Trotting toward my palette unused
My ear hears some deep forgotten chanson-
I watch as the stars are slow leaving.

Damn damsons!














Poetry by jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2011-01-05 at 02:21

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Rob Graber
Ah, to "mix one's humours" simply by deciding: a "humourously" unworkable proposal indeed!
2011-01-06


John Ashleigh
A thoughtful poem - a pure talent as usual.

Regards,
John.
2011-01-06


shells
This made me smile, as did Ngaios comment. I have a damson tree in the street opposite my house, how I know that colour. Love your line "I watch as the stars are slow leaving."
2011-01-05


ngaio Beck
I love allegory and whimsy. This is a very good piece.(I don't think I would have used "trotting"and damsons in the same work.(Evokes bitter memories)
2011-01-05