jocasta awakens from a dream

a breath away from sunrise, she swallows the neon light
casts xylophonic slivers on the cardboard walls
draped in nothing but a smile she whirls;
cyclonic amongst the explosion of monarchs
stained glass skippers she holds in her hand
some flying free, some crushed beneath bare feet
like panic breaths taken while held underwater
and when the sun turns up the volume on the day
she will open the blinds and let perfection thrash her corneas
stare straight into the screaming mouth of luminescence
erupt into a new day, full of exquisite green hope

Stuart Buck is a poet and author living in north Wales. His debut collection of poetry, Casually Discussing the Infinite, peaked at 89 on Amazon’s World Poetry chart and his second book I Am Very Far will be released by Selcouth Station Press in 2019. When he is not writing or reading poetry, he likes to cook, juggle and listen to music. He suffers terribly from tsundoku – the art of buying copious amounts of books that he will never read.

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