Friday 31 July 2020

Sonia

Sonia

  

I can’t remember any words Sonia might’ve said

from old school dictionaries branded in my head,

but looked up all the times she entered, with eyes

scolding hot, sultry brown as her tongue chastised.


How those years did flow on by, in wind whipped

sycamores and oaks, dancing a breeze restless

samba, all spinning seeds, dropped hard acorn

bullets into musky autumn earth, one on one

 

until what remains in my dreams now belongs.

Hot summers long, learning lessons all wrong,

thirsty lip-licking of dry throats and wet moats,

all that back row fingering of unbuttoned coats.

 

Those soft currents spiral white butterfly specks

up, up and away, freckle blue skies with flecks,

mottle my memories, dappling white leaves beige,

binding up yesterday’s diaries, make sticky pages

 

drizzle inky prose of copybook blots that may,

or may not, its black and blue secrets betray:

watching, as you bend forwards across to scrub

hard, squeeze out gummy suds; polish and rub

 

as winters strip trees naked, each year passing

dims our eyes unclear, we see greens grassing,

hedges blooming with fresh clutches of nestlings

shredding bare our mind’s sharp seeds, wrestling

 

from us all bright memories of clammy gussets;

peeking out on purpose, revealing red lace buffet,

a good spread on a tray, honey, smiles and teeth,

pushing back against the door, holding my leash

 

between her snapping fingers. Time ploughs faces

into bent furrowed fallow fields, kicks over traces

of summer’s yield, leaves us out to pasture, slow

burning where new green buds are starting to show,

 

thrusting up and out of dank earth. She’s shrieking

spells, bending her back, works it, Greek in speaking

old curses of women need men to reach it, there,

oh, now that’s it, quenching floods, burning in bare

 

crimson flushed flesh to end where we both began

to plough fields then scatter. And, what of them?

New blooms fade in nature’s fields, withering slow

soured mildewed vines under brief waning rainbow.

Plant Sonia within my dreams, for there she grows.


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