Am I a Woman with Flowers in her Head. *A Poem in Colours *

The Woman walks ahead of me ...dressed as an Autumn Leaf
All Oranges and Browns. Her dog is black.
The path is grey.

That eternal church spire ..a deadly dart.. pierces its sharpest point, into a sweet blue sky.

The sun is shining.
All is sedate. Bells ring the hour...measuring time time time ...in song.

The scene..is by the waters of Sellafield..its called the Irish sea.

Looking at the sea...it now heaves gently...lap lap upon lap.
Playing innocent today...

The rising sun loves a flirt with water
Shimmers it ..tickles it...makes it glow like a Bishop’s ring.

An edgy sea gull squarks a bit ..hovers over the flat dull rise and fall..brings life to it...
Swoops down on yellow legs upon the rock in agitation
The regal eye of arrogance
Looks down its long and titiano beak
It has distain of my humanity...and I
Agree with it...I see it has a point.

I wander on and wonder on...Am I a woman with flowers in her head...
Growing wild...what hues are they ?
Soft pink and mauves..cornflower and marigold...or daisy whites.
Am I a woman with flowers in her head...
Well...may those flowers grow and grow and thrive...and be my life
Instead.
Of Sellafield...and all the other Sellafields that glower in our hills

I am driving now...to Dublin. ..to Oncology
My friend is very ill.
The road is ashen slate.

Kristine Byrne Early Oct. 2010