Skinny Lizzies and Cock Sparrows

Summer loud we were;
thunder heads
gathering over the bay
to unleash laughter
and voices screaming proud,
pouring down in peeling sounds.

Affray and disarray we were;
winds of content on summer sand
white tops whipped to froth
ice cream floats and sails on boats.

She called you my Skinny Lizzie
and me your Cock Sparrow.

Then you became a blinding light;
sunshine through the gauze of blinds.

I couldn’t look at you through daylight eyes
I had to wait
for night
Too late.

He rode your golden light to alter rails
in hails of noise and rice

I blinked,  a star, on verge of death.
And you, a super nova.

Winter cold and old.
You are frost now forming over land and sea;
in streaks of grey and deep riven crags
that map your life and track the flow of ice.
An echo of the noise and sun.

Peals of thunder over the bay
where once
you were a gay Skinny Lizzie
and I was your Cock Sparrow.

© Dave Kavanagh 29th February 2016

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