Image by Wolf Zimmermann

ROOTS

the madrigal, volume ii

Pretty Dream

by lawrence moore

We wrestle with foundations reckless fate

has foisted on our sacred temple sites.

Surveyors show reluctance to proceed.

We pay no heed, obliterate the nights

with paint and canvas, microphone and tape,

with pen and paper, clapperboard and screen,

lay 'would have loved' and 'never did' for bricks,

mix 'still to be' for mortar in between

and if our walls should crumble to the ground,

we shan't forget we shared a pretty dream.

Lawrence Moore has been writing poems - some silly, some serious - since childhood. He lives in Portsmouth, England with his husband Matt and nine mostly well behaved cats. He has poetry published at, among others, Dreich, Pink Plastic House, Fevers of the Mind, Quince Magazine and Green Ink Poetry. @LawrenceMooreUK