White Walls - Free write

Stark white walls

amid lush green hills,

glitters of blue

through tall tree tops

where butterflies swing

on a twist of cloud,

skipping beneath the breeze.

Chiffon wings flap

like sheets on a line,

higher and higher they go.

Behind the walls

my love strokes my hair

weaving it into wicker.                   

Whistling, he plies

with tangles of curls

snaking them into a river

that hooks to a slice of sky.

The sky splits in six

stars tumble in thousands

cradling a molten moon.

I spread myself wide

as sun warmed butter,

gentled by his touch.

With a cushion of moss

beneath my nape

he plaits me to the walls.

Mmc © July 2012