Decanted out of the office
I expand into looser clothes
Like wine liberated from its cork
And free, at last, to breathe.
My hair, released from its prim twist
Falls into curls like amber wings.
I chase butterflies across the red-rotten
Timber of wandering jungle stairways
I shout gleefully back at the macaws
Screaming brightly in the treetops,
Trail my fingers in warm tea-coloured rivers
And swing in the ease of hammocks.
Briefly intoxicated by the sweet tasting air
And the fresh re-dawning of carefree days.
This is a jigsaw poem for Poets who Blog – composed using ten words supplied by various poets – decant, loose, hair, twist, amber, wings, chase, timber, shout, taste, carefree. And it rather nicely sums up what I’ve been doing for the last week or so! You can see the work that other poets have done based on these words here.