Like the artist Turner, I love clouds.
Made up of kaleidoscopic countries passing by,
Thousands of islands of outstretched cotton wool,
Dirigible domes that would grace earthside Istanbul,
Purple heather-clouds in heavenly highlands,
Italianate walls of white-cum-pink marble bands,
Everestine moisture-mountains about to avalanche,
Cowboys on horseback galloping back to the ranch,
Necklaces of coral cirrus reflecting the fading light,
Migratory black beasts foreshadowing the night.
Chris Fernie, 2006
Poetry by Chris Fernie
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Written on 2006-11-29 at 11:26
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Clouds
There is a celestial continent in the skyMade up of kaleidoscopic countries passing by,
Thousands of islands of outstretched cotton wool,
Dirigible domes that would grace earthside Istanbul,
Purple heather-clouds in heavenly highlands,
Italianate walls of white-cum-pink marble bands,
Everestine moisture-mountains about to avalanche,
Cowboys on horseback galloping back to the ranch,
Necklaces of coral cirrus reflecting the fading light,
Migratory black beasts foreshadowing the night.
Chris Fernie, 2006
Poetry by Chris Fernie
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Written on 2006-11-29 at 11:26
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