My cheap Zenith spooled ready; long waits
outdoors or at windows all part of the show –
sunsets take time to ripen, fire fruit softened
then swallowed; each slow motion arc around
Basildon Bond sky a balloon descent, circus
of citrus, multivitamin shades spilled layer
by layer. Blood orange, pomegranate, charred
lemon and fig spooned honey-thick down throat
of horizon; eyes widen click by click, tongue
overspent on adjectives until the stage clears –
interval before nightshow moon; up there
somewhere, face behind the curtain.
Paul Waring is a retired clinical psychologist who once designed menswear and sang in several Liverpool bands. His poems have been published in print journals, anthologies and webzines. He was runner-up in the 2019 Yaffle Prize and commended in the 2019 Welshpool Poetry Competition. His debut pamphlet ‘Quotidian’ is published by Yaffle Press.