If you are there when the sky is on fire
I have been below the dark clouds,
as they split like ore
and mixed all the world’s paint
with ocre, wondering
What is that green colour
that is orange at its core
In such a way that
it drips deep
like velvet?
What is simile
when the hymn sheet hills are rolling and covered,
Just as they are
In moments like this,
the true beauty is
inside its own beauty, like
the cracked opal sky flooding
the whole world with heaven –
My stained glass island,
I have never seen
a thing so beautiful
as you.
Your emerald hillside buries deep
into my iris. I have never known such a green.
Your rain glows on the road like a carpet of embers
each puddle a scrap of the finest silk sky.
So, when I will tell him
Of all the gems of the world, opal is my favourite
I am not asking him to marry me, or want to
Just to be the sky, glowing inside itself.
beginning and ending, beginning, ending.
Amelia Averis is forthcoming or appears in Okay Donkey, Prosetrics, Heimat, Tiger Moth Review, and Everscribe. Her chapbook ‘as the ink birds split the sunset’ is about how memory and place overlap. She holds a BA Hons in English Literature and lives in Jersey, Channel Islands.