Flying on wings of Colour

She charms her smile in the tune with love

As she, the girls sit upon the grove

She laughs a laugh unlike one at all

And lets the rabbits nibble there

The pale tattoos

That shine so bright

So vividly dancing around her arm

The image of her world is distorted now

Her image blurred by wet eyes.

                     Dewy.

She sees through a screen of black and white

And finds that she laughs no longer

A butterfly flits into the garden…followed

By the tune of harmony and colour

This creature wild and yet so strong paints the picture

With a myriad of colours.

The scene exists no longer

                                           With splashes of black

Dashings of white

The colours collude to form a tableux. The raging. The raging red and bolts that burgundy brings.