morning glory

 

slate slices fall as rain

sheets of the stuff

greying out the sky

and my mood is sombre

mostly

it fits the weather

this is how it feels here

damp to your bones

grim up North

and yet

the slightest hint of colour

brings joy unrelenting

occasional blue skies

daffodils in the park

green swathes of hill rolled lawn

at the edge of this city

i left long ago

but she stayed with me

grounding me

earthing me

greying me

so that i become invisible

blend in

until the moment for bright comes

and then i know how to shine

i know how to pick a spot

to draw attention from the bland

i’m that dandelion

growing through the concrete

 

dandelion-flower-yellow-growing-asphalt-pavement

Jilly is hosting at the Poets Pub and ask us to ‘Challenge yourself to a little Urban Renewal in your writing.’ Here’s my submission which also goes into the pot as  extras for my 30 in 30 NaPoWriMo drive.

9 thoughts on “morning glory

  1. Gospel Isosceles says:

    “but she stayed with me
    grounding me
    earthing me
    greying me”
    Is a wonderful way to preface the transformation, the glorification despite a lifetime of travails, being the ‘flower in a crannied wall.’

  2. elleceef says:

    This is special, the way life unfolds for many fortunate enough to have the “she” who “stayed”
    I especially identify with your last lines “i’m that dandelion growing through the concrete”

  3. Charley says:

    You do a great job of bringing the gray (grey) to light! I relate. I used to search my younger days world, looking for a bit of spectrum, a touch of palette.

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