A new poem by Daniel Frears.

Pale Straw

this season’s colour is pale straw
a revelatory colour for an oh so special season
it might mess with your head, or mine
you can rub my belly like I was a dog.
all actions are allowed in this .. phase.

if the season hots up then other style choices will be considered
other forms of expression will be considered
things previously taken lightly may leave a stain of personal shame or regret,
but that’s not a hurdle you need fall forever over.
hurdles are for hurdling.
there are plenty of hurdles.
knock one down, hurdle the next.

the new season is being defined by the shade pale straw
it calls out nonchalance – effortless heart crushing properties
an indistinct shade to crush my skull with a skull-sized rock

pale straw pale straw