Lines
Every which way
Zig zagging, crossing
Multi coloured
Their hues as rich and varied as an
Artist’s palette.
Prisms
Splitting light, a rainbow length
The reds and yellows burning through the white
Bones
Old and brittle
Stripped of earthly meaning
Flesh long gone
A diet to others.
A cleric’s collar
Stiff, white and starched
Like a luminous bar
Around the neck of God.
Sit on the stool of life
Feel the electric blue
Tense, hard
Like manhood, probing body and mind
A tuppenny ride please.
By Norman Turkington.