Midsummer brings
The ramparts of dawn

To canterfields in a haze
Of Delphic greens

And cornflower blues
Where the silver strands

Of Edifice seek the ocean
Air it cannot breathe,

Here, like a break of light,
You come to me on

The cornerstone of betrayal
Like a semaphore bleeding

Stillsymbols of this city’s
Light-spill casting disparate

The rooftops in sorrow before
Each derision of my soullessness

Becomes a camouflage
Reflection of dry, fraying clouds

As if the cameo of fairness
Grants this day’s night of being

The night now a grey elm
Of strides in elements
Of redress and return

© K. James Ribble