let's wander under the skirts of the stairs
& the elbows of the turrets
& spiral down to the edge of the dark forest
my blue suit is ready for flights of imagination
my hand draws axis on sun windows and
arching bridges to nowhere points
i have pinpointed a planet-
a belt with a red moon and young stars-
i drink your green bowl of solace
as you zip up my meandearing compass
my launch lug is filled with your lush meadow
and melancholic dove songs
i am ready to blast off to
the skelter helter sky & stardust
my moonflower queen-
you can be sure of one thing:
there is no home like
you
Credit: Lee Madgwick
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - The strange houses of Lee Madgwick, hosted by Sarah. This is my choice, among the 5 photos we are to write about. Pub doors open at 3pm EST.
