Looking Out at Green Grass


Looing Out at Green Grass

 

Scraping chalk trails curved
onto black. Silent words that
spoke of nothing much to
girls looking out at green grass.

The back wall mirrored Paris
by night, haut couture
and a long cigarette holder
between painted lips.

Crisp white cotton rustled against blue
pleats of tweed marking rhythm
of sound; ‘r’s rolling away on
the tongue of alien words.

Innocent eyes held in rapture
hypnotised by romanticism’s articulation
repeating again a verse of verbs
I am – je suis.

Scraping chalk trails curved
onto black. Silent words that
spoke of nothing much to
girls looking out at green grass.

 

© JG Farmer 2014

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About Jez Farmer

I am a freelance writer and poet and started writing after raising my two boys as a way of discovering just who Jez is. That is still very much an on-going project but the journey so far has introduced me to many wonderful friends and fellow writers through an ever growing love of poetry.
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