Lone magpie

Sorrow for one and here I sit
But no-one looks, and even fewer believe
The sky burns red, incinerating me, and charring the landscape
Apocalyptic sun vitrifies my thoughts
Desires surface, dive, and hide amongst the
Tunnels, cavities and vaults of my mind, as
Feather tip fringes form tiny charcoal curlicue

Satin preened plumage now tattered,
The vivid black white contrast
Has no such defined border anymore.
In this light, this neavy clinging air
My irridescence fails to show
Topaz, magenta, amber, jade,
These are the colours - the shine - I used to know

Calls across rooftops, brown reflects crimson
No answer from introverted
Satellite dish rust and peeling grey paint
Somewhere far from where I am, Ravens will enjoy
A rich dark violet roost tonight
But here the red is so intense, this final sunset
The are no subtle hints of hope in such a sky

Vanishing prime disintegrates
Powders down between houses
Draining into some sociopathic vault.
I don’t see them come out from their pretentious solitude
To scavenge on my scorched remains; bathe in the scarlet of my blood
No guilty reflection of the sun on their saturated faces
Every day; every door is locked, in this caged, taciturn society


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This one is very rough for now, but I'm trying a slightly different painting style so excuse the unfinished nature of the piece. It needs a lot more detailing and colour-work.

I also haven't posted anything for a while so I thought I'd show that I haven't disappeared from the face of the earth!

This poem was written about 9 years ago, and is a slight return to the original, darker GF 'roots'. There may well be more to come.

Enjoy
Suz