Onyx
-- White crows arrive,
as the fret moves out.
The garden is yet to fall
to the clutch of the sea.
Grass stoached though.
An olympic white Fender
leans against the bookshelf.
Mustang ---
The notebooks red, filled
with black ink spider
scrawl and sprawl. A long
black hair trapped
in the stapled pages.
---- Tanned yet white,
long fingers stretch.
The songwriter looked down.
"Never can recall exactly
when this Onyx ring
came into our lives...
It changed everything"
Tea is ready, the fire is lit
and the whisky is
just an hour away...
Stoach - To trample grass to mud (Sussex dialect).
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