Why be afraid
…to visit melancholy’s haunt
sometimes it surrounds me
like a black framed
marigold field
confined within black thought
I slumbered under the eaves
…sadness she awoke me
accompanied by the rain
diffusing light
making me focus
that I might see again
Take comfort friend
…feel each droplet fall
a touch of life that’s finally real
in the heart of the storm
i recall the marigold bloom
in the midst of this grey abode
Red grey and black
…the backdrop valley colours
i silently ask you rend the sky
that I might and look upon
a blackened frame
and further on
…towards the marigold fields again.
Great image of melancholy, that black ‘frame’ around the ‘marigolds’ seen afar.
Touching – I can see the flowers
like this WW,
‘like a black framed
marigold field
confined within black thought’
I think of Van Gogh, and visiting galleries alone