She looked so pretty in her blue jacket and shoes.
Colours make me happy, she said.
And you make me happy, I said.
Or I wish that’s what I had said.
All the colours have passed out of her now,
like blue leaves drifting down from the trees.
© Richard James Allen
“Explosively powerful poetry, vividly, eloquently written and full of short, sharp immediacy.” Lynne Lancaster, Sydney Arts Guide
The author’s book of poems Fixing the Broken Nightingale, can be purchased directly through http://www.fixingthebrokennightingale.com/