Wednesday, April 1, 2015


Pink Poui - Queens Park Savannah; Yellow Poui - Woodford Square; Port of Spain, Trinidad

Igniting a fire to holiness remembreth,
The flame of Holy Week catches April,
As she slips past the faded edges of March;
Pinks and yellows of poui trees a timely drill

Setting aflame mountain and park
Awesome views of beauty stark
© gillena cox

Written in response to the prompt at Poetry Jam 'The Flame'


DayBreak by Katkat-Tan on DeviantArt image from google dot com

I sketch the dawn with my mouth,
Holding between my teeth twitterings,
And the colours of roosters, alarming
The night to hurried flights of departure;

Swishing, the radiance of morning stars,
Contouring, soft pinks and yellows: pastels,
Designing, early morning repast of orations;
Gums are hidden under a smile of devotions;

Tis dawn! and, it is as he has planned;
With just a single word, this day of mercy;
An offering, a gesture, a coax, a pampering;
Ochres, blast bombed greys, and snowy whites;

I sketch the dawn with my mouth,
After a painting already accomplished.
© gillena cox

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