Poem #4- Serotonin

It is Autumn. The time where leaves

have already fallen, creating a soft sedge

on the ground. A sedge like that which cradles

The sea crags at Malin Head; dags of stone

Which cry into the unforgiving ocean bare.

When clouds loom overcast, yet light streams

Through in narrow, pale glimmers. That is where

I find you. A journey to the pub in a 2CV,

Red like that crown atop your noble head. The

Guinness reflects the turquoise that you emanate.

Never good enough, besides atop the great Isle;

Poured from but a simple ladle and not a fair fountain

Of rock... Like a clumpy soup designed to keep hearts

Warm and fed. Up and out of my window, with my

Books lying unread atop my bedside table, I wonder...

What is there to come between our souls?

2nd October 2023