I am a dragon who loves rainbows
My flame is a burnt orange sunset
My wings help me soar above the shadows
Through the water-coloured day - not done yet
I am an archer shooting arrows
They're not poisoned but they are sharp
My aim is to poke holes in the shadows
My hope is to reach someone's heart
I am a clown who juggles memories
I'm not good at catching them all
My foolish head suffers brain-freeze
If there's a point, I can't recall
I am a poet who is lost for words
An actor who has lost the play
A singer who is lost in music
And a woman who has lost her way.
Gone the words
Gone the memories
Gone the arrows
Gone the flame.
- Donna Holmes, April 29, 2012.
