FRIDAY

FRIDAY

Birth

day,

Friday.

Master monk

in Laos read my chart.

Contemplate each Friday with care.

Be aware, Venus

rules your Way.

Nature

keeps

you

in its warm embrace.

I

hear

laughing

in the trees

five kookaburras,

heralding rain. So I waited

for the drops to fall, but the sky turned pink,

a tint of red, and it filled my soul with dread.

Fury,

unleashed

in a peaceful town.

Hatred

drinks

from a bloodied cup.

Orbits spin.

Sky cries.

Souls

mourn.

Through the kindness of

Strangers,

hope

is 

reborn.

Virginia Gow

15/03/19