The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:22pm
My Halo is back
visiting Me for half an hour
while I listened
to world financial forecasts
with Hunter
The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:33pm
I will not be burned
at the stake I will be shot
in The Back again
The Hawk Dining Room 8:24am
If I could paint The Sky
this morning
It would be a WOW Sky
blending into The Ocean
with lateral lines of pinkish light
Sky Light
coming through the breaks
in blue-grey clouds
with Golden Wash above
The Hawk Outpost 4:30pm
The Sky has a hue
of aqua green
against the three or so
inches of white
The Colour is delicate
transitional
a gull flies through It
out of view
The Hawk Dining Room 9:26am
The Ocean is a pale grey
beyond a fore drop of snow white
The Sun is My Luminous Disc
playing against the water
in streaks of golden silver
& clouds of darkened flakes
The Hawk Dining Room 8:27am
The Sky in The East
is fringed low with Gold
The Sun is somewhere
behind The Grey
The Ocean is Black
marred by waves
My Day is gathered
with Me She’ll stay
The Hawk Corner Room 1:10pm
My Bed is laid
with The Quilt of Purple Ripples
under an array
of framed memorabilia
in Eliza’s Room
while She is away
messing about in boats
The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:20pm
I knew a daughter once
with long thick wavy hair
dark
Who couldn’t speak
except to yell
a guttural cry
in any public place —
Her Mother named Her Winter
& told Me a doctor said
at the snowy October birth
“Either You’re going to die
or Your Baby will”
Joanna Gilman Hyde 