Thursday, April 02, 2015

2/30

The day is gauzy
flies skip across a tinfoil lake
where I built my life
in my mind with a house
complete with shutters which I kept closed
news floats in on the wind.

4 comments:

lostgander said...

I feel like this poem. Thanks, Taidgh.

Sweet Posy Dreams said...

Lovely. But why are the shutters closed?

Taidgh Lynch said...

Thanks for your kind comments. Perhaps I should open the shutters to let some light in! I guess the closed shutters represent shutting out the world outside even if it is beautiful out there on the lake. A self-exile of sorts. Thanks for looking.

Toirdealbhach Ó Lionáird said...

At least the news floats in on the wind. Open the shutters and we'll head out to the clingfilm lake!:)