to katherine mansfield

rain is pouring
birds are tweeting
i the unseen
observer
viewing the nighttime patterns
cherry blossoms surely
grow to daytime matins
when the moon is out
the sun is blue
oh Katherine

wind is stronger now
stars are vivid sparks
of fire diluting time
as it passes with a face
of youth painted blue on a canvas
is death coming round paris streets
oh Katherine

a bedroom in ruin
a shadow lays strewn
round these back streets
the laughter depletes all
that ever is happy that's aesthetically neat
thats a tale complete with its dragons
people are sitting with
legs crossed, sewing their
profane quilt as it happened
and i see the doll house
with its pretty wee face
now strewn with hate
now butchers cut meat
now the  stories complete
and the rain hits the street
and i think to myself
oh katherine