Absolutely Miles Away …too many clouds, too little time…

interlewd

watch the light mist succumb
slumped in trembled pockets
hazing the icing from the cake of civilisation
A deft blow and dust unsettles
skittish, sliced and mawkish jitterbugs on glowworm days
perfumed hues wrapped close yet
slew-handed and real and
dream me
a hope tonight to sink with the stones
and rise with pebbles
wished ashoreside

“a hope tonight to sink with the stones
and rise with pebbles
wished ashoreside”

This poem ends strong

Enjoyed the wordplay — what an impact, especially with regard to:

“perfumed hues wrapped close yet
slew-handed and real and
dream me”

There’s a subtle wistful tone here that I relished, too. Cheers.

brian: thank you - it is not as brief as yours, mind!

soulless: thank you too. things round here tend to prefer to sit in the mud rather than behind glass panes.