Poem

SKIES Skies shift in tantrums of wind Swooping like hawks to clutch Nugget remnants of clouds Shredding to rain In juxtaposed contemplation Around tall-chimneyed houses up alleys Like hatchets gouging specious fields. A sudden sun slashes the grey canvas, Molten, smouldering, quenched. A rumour of luxury… Happiness counts its tolls, Its sons of sons, Gambling hours like defunct riddles Corrupting side-streets of hope In empires of dull words Filching the lees Of living’s rich harvest – Muddled brambles of extremes, Out-of-sync carousels of ideas, Bare arms and dirty hands Merely getting on with it.