RAINE REFLECTIONS

© Christopher Raine

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Arthritic hands smear
eyes like Plasticine™ 
colours blending, 
folding in blurred rainbows
beneath moist-bulb fingers
that melt an oily old face
weathered by love
glasses bent and ill-fitting
lie upon a desk
lost among empty bottles
and crumpled pages
words lie locked beneath
white paper
begging for release
while the poet
tired and morose
searches
through bloodshot eyes
with alcohol on his breath