When

by Verian Thomas

The vivid colours of sun painted days,
(bright as a Van Gogh cornfield),
charged with children's laughter
carrying miles on the shimmering air.

Shoe soles tacky on the tarmacadam road
that no car travels on days like these,
where we run aimlessly in circles
avoiding each other's outstretched hands.

Sycamore helicopters in the cul-de-sac
thrown high into the cyan sky,
decorate our heads and shoulders,
newly crowned wood nymph princes.

Epic battles burst forth amongst the trees
with two fingers and a thumb for a gun,
dramatic chest clutching arched backed deaths
to the rattling of fat cheeked machine gun fire.

There are bluebells everywhere.

The Author

Verian Thomas is the editor of Comrades and owner of Comrades Press. He is a writer of poetry, fiction and non-fiction, a painter, photographer, maker of handmade books amongst other things. His first book, The Key was published by DPress and is distributed by Comrades Press. He also edited the Comrades Poetry Anthology, UNO and had poetry published here and there.