In our house love is shaped by folds
a proliferation of origami in spring cherries
blossoms on walls
love is drawn in small blue cups
stamps of affection float in foam
atop carefully wrought delicate textures
it is spelled in gestures
timed by close watching eyes olive green
with deft reach out by warm arms
after sharp words fly, miss and circle round
balanced in the elegant proofing of a formula
X = (1+ 1) 3 Y + (1+2)
where Y is the pattern of a favourite song
music being an equation played
the solution already known
love blooms, coloured by little hands
won’t hold still long for word sculpting
tendrils creep into wilds out gates we will
always leave open.
Spring is in full swing in the Southern Hemisphere. It is wonderful to finally feel some sunshine on bare unmasked faces here in the Sth Island of Aotearoa, NZ. I hope everyone in this part of the world is taking some time to enjoy the blossoms and blooms – both literal and metaphorical!
Take care x
Photo by Artyom Kulikov on Unsplash
Sky House Poetry 