Poem of the day

Found it hard to find time to do this one, scribbled it down at work - and it needs work - but I quite like it..

Thistledown

I found him in the dog rose

on a Tuesday afternoon:

it took all my patience

to unhook his skin,

lift him away, whole.

His heart was still lit,

like a torch under bedclothes,

his eyes were crusted with crystals.

He tasted of the dark,

turning and folding into the sea.

I took him to the shed,

made him a nest of raspberry canes -

he shone like hot meat

but kept his eyes closed.

His fingers were dry and warm,

his arms an old woman's .

They found us growing together

and all the flowers were brighter

and the sky came down so close

I could blow him back again,

easy as thistledown.