You twist the cube, try for one bright hue to fill your eyes, fumbling to build a blue wall that shines like a clean childhood sky, but the fingers fail and the cube bleeds, refusing to comply, its fuming patches bragging bitter truth, describing the sickness that grins between the seams. You drop the cube, close your eyes and dream. ©Jane Paterson Basil
Written for Reena‘s Xploration challenge #196. Sorry, Reena, my WP editor has a glitch: hard as I try, I can’t get it to highlight the whole name of your post when creating a pingback.
Hi Jane, how are you going .. I liked your intriguing poem about ‘ice-cubes’ .. coincidently I wrote about ‘ice-cubes’ a few weeks ago .. ice-cubes conjour up interesting images ..
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Hi Ivor! I’m still breathing – glad to see that you are too
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I am breathing too .. it’s 2.10am here in Geelong and I need to start snoring again 💤
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Sweet dreams xx
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Exquisitely beautiful, Jane! I don’t know why I was thinking of you yesterday, and here comes your link today. Have shared the poem on Twitter too.
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Thank you Reena! I need to get more active around here…
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Look forward to it 🙂
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Reblogged this on Reena Saxena and commented:
One bright hue ….. by Jane Basil
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So very beautiful.
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Thank you
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