Under an October Sun
Ribbons of light fragment an aqueous surface
and sky shot with shards of sherbet lemons
dance to the heave and thump of white horse hooves
And the footholds of purple pebbles
a path over sand fleas in shifting shale
track memories of childhood long ago.
At the water’s edge an empty beverage bottle
storm blown, side rocking, with red cap complete
a vacuous space; memories of long ago.
And brown eyes clouded and far sighted with age
that seek not the angst of clams harbouring fake pearls
close soft against a fizzing October sun.
For Evalyn
Copyright©Talia Hardy 2012
If I could ever be so elegant. And sophisticated. WOW.
Aw thanks Pete.
Delightfully done
if the eyes do not seek the angst of clams, what do they seek?
Hi Rich, in answer to your question the line is a metaphor for not wanting to acknowledge the problems of her life. Hope that helps.
that works. thanks. wasn’t sure. i didn’t make that connection.
You are welcome Rich.