Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2009

Sudden Yellow Clouds

by Belinda Farrell

Recapture a day when
summer brushed our skin
golden, when the sky
bloomed a brief, intellectual blue.
We lay in the green grass watching,
as the sudden yellow clouds
rushed overhead,
filling the gaps in the scene.
You picked a buttercup,
placed it against my skin, my breasts.
Does it like butter?
you said.
Later I pressed it between the pages
of a book you gave me.
A life extinguished,
to be recaptured later;
soft, faded yellow blooms,
your hand on my breast,
sudden rain spilling over.

Added: 23.04.2009