Thinking about blossom
Filtered through
Bus windows
About dainty pigeon feet
Scrabbling on dabbled
Walkways
These dancing feet flutter
Into soft sugared skies
No-wheres in particular
Just
–
Trudging along
Between blocks and lights
Little people scurrying
Bags filled with somethings
No-wheres in particular
–
See
New pages filled
With chequered mind wanderings
Rough
Sketched
–
Evening ground
As sky
As thumbprint pulses
Light
Like
Touching clouds,
Held all juice and dewy
Light
Like
Linen on skin
So sweet
So bare, so more
All rubbed
–
Still
All a blaze through liquid pains
Refracting light into its particulate colours
All tingles of sweet perfume
Fig flesh
Jucy
Red blue
Pink
–
It is strange how
Bare lines
Light up my mind
Not as fire
But as and in soft lulls
Like soundless petal falls
Fine grained
As
Sun-sky clouds blossom
___
Fire
And
Cherry feet
Grounded
Escape
Ascending
Still
And
Little people on precise paths
Somewheres
Still
Bubbled
Graphite
Ground
Light
Like
Dreamy fig flesh
Dabbled
Sky pink
All sunset
Eyes
Honeysuckle wafts
Ground
Glassed sweat
Red blue to
Violet through
Indigo
Seeds in flesh
Violet and indigo
All pink
Sugar pains
Raw
All pink noise
Fleshy
Escapes
Bloom
All soundless
—Toby Üpson
a poem commissioned on the occasion of the exhibition Flower in the Wind, Belmacz, London, 2023
Toby Üpson 