Written by Sam Rawlings on Friday the 22nd of January 2010
A yellow puddle
adrift the persistence,
lock of hair, of refuge
accorded the blinking sky.
                                   My light of air.

Town of teeth and darkness, another haunted morning,
echoes of a thousand feet, black eyes and perfect manes,
the sound of our pause, the sound of change.
My weight a damn of silence against the roar of space.
She stands
with balanced lips, our seesaw aches.

My ashen canvas curled beneath her
as if a feather fallen, line of chalk,
a single flame drawn from the pale of dawn

she hesitates.

'Rebel' can be found within Sam
Rawlings' book of poetry Circle Time, which is currently available from
the Lazy Gramophone Shop. To read more about Circle Time click here.

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