Saturday, 7 July 2012

Reaching For The Sky

It rose
Slowly at first
No one paid it any attention
Just another construction site
Laying waste to the skyline
Another carbuncle
It rose
And took shape
Climbed slowly from the surface
Slowly taking form it rose into the light
Edging ever upwards people stared
Body building up
It rose
Reached further
Settled on its base walls reflect the sights around
Four fingers at its tip they claw and clamber for its zenith
Soaring in the dawn greets swallows to its bosom
The sun it touches
It stops

© Fergus Martin