How I love
The darkwave music
Of a sun’s eclipse
You can’t see for cloud
The saxophonist playing ‘Misty’
In the High Street outside Barclays
Accompanied by mating-calls
Sparked off
In a Jaguar alarm
The way you’re always there
Where I’m thinking
Or several beats ahead.
by Ruth Padel
Follow @telescoperHow I love
The darkwave music
Of a sun’s eclipse
You can’t see for cloud
The saxophonist playing ‘Misty’
In the High Street outside Barclays
Accompanied by mating-calls
Sparked off
In a Jaguar alarm
The way you’re always there
Where I’m thinking
Or several beats ahead.
by Ruth Padel
Follow @telescoper
In the Dark 