Lynne Wycherley -two poems

A Quest for Sunlight

Ever my love, elusive sun,
taking your gift, your
saffron song to the rim.
I search for you
through silhouettes,
consonants of ash and thorn,
waiting for your
yellow vowel to flower.

Pollen-tint, where are you?
Picogram in the weightless air,
mica’s glint, ochre’s glow,
turmeric’s stray dust.

Ever my love, I seek you
where the dark rocks bloom and grow,
where streaks of light
flick through the trees:

yes no,

yes no,

yes no.