Smouldering Wildflowers
sky tall
and sullen, heaving
shadows seeping
into swollen clouds,
my fingers run
across the rusted doorknob
tilt forward,
white door faded
crusted red, gold
layered, bursts into yellow flames-
swing into blood-speckled
wildflowers, sunburnt, smouldering, little
petals of wanting, murmurs
tickle my ear, their faraway call
in my lungs, I rest. something drifting,
earth-smell deep and sweet, lips
pollen-powdered, dry.
my heels dig into loose dirt,
ochre grasses rustle
beneath my head, soften to a pillow
below the muddied horizon