In Vibrant Colours

On a train, journeying

on the first day of

the last week of August

I see the rape fields have

Gone…. that sea of Yellow

Vanished

the earth turned upside

down…. brown

cleaned and leveled

scraped, left almost new

Summer’s colour

changed

Now the complexion of

masked decay

Rust and Yellow

spots of Black and shades of

Brown

tomorrow’s debris….

in vibrant colours

 

Thatcher Doran

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About pmisteil

Hi, my name is Paul though I write under other names like, Thatcher and Paolo, I love literature, art and architecture their passion and drama....the contradictions. The notion of Truth-who is the person behind the mask? Or does it matter! I like long walks and longer conversations over cappuccinos in a cafe with atmosphere and the rest is a journey!
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