Yellow butterflies drink salt from your tears,
drain your colours to monochrome.
Silence white margins your words
to endless winter.
Stillness so deep you can hear clouds
transmute to diamonds.
Check your shoes for black scorpions –
belief in Armageddon is self-fulfilling.
An end to all colour.
Previously published in The Journal and first posted on this blog in 2008.
I just posted a poem and accompanying collage over on my Shapeshifting Green blog - you can see it here.