Author: Jamie Graham

He should have been there

Wedding bells with tainted chimes

A heartbreaking month

A splash of false hope

Losing lottery ticket

Floats in a puddle

Orange sky erupts
over a soft white canvas
it’s time to wake up.

Down by the boat shore
I see cool colours collide
and everything stops.

The matchstick lamppost
ignites the sky in fuschia.
Hot flickering flames.

The low winter sun
peeks through tall tree silhouettes
a calm Christmas Eve.

Taking miracles for granted,

but they endure nonetheless.

Yet nobody dare tell the plants

which way to sway

in the late summer breeze.

A concrete eye

squints back at the sun…

Skylark earphones

fill the void over to Fife.