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Lilac Skies

Caspar Moxham

Lilac skies are breaking,

over this precious beach,

forlorn rays are faltering

by leaves,

golden-green.

The ruby sun is falling,

the sapphires are all glum, 

the pearls have lost their lustre,

their glitter,

ground and done.

Marble clouds are gathering,

at the edge of lilac skies.

They’re hunched in mute conference

with assiduous,

grey eyes.

So I’ve built you this castle,

Made entirely of sand,

To melt in the evening rain,

and dissolve into the land.

Wind whistles through its arches,

I built it just 

for you. 

But I guess we’ll be letting

this fool world in, too.

I’ll clutch at this moment

with flawed, human hands.

It slips through like water,

It rains on that sand.

But take your sweet time

and pour it over me.

Melt down these turrets,

sweep clean this beach.

When the clouds,

they are empty,

And our castle,

it is through.

The moment will have passed,

and so will have you.

Photo by Isobel Owers

WORDS: CASPAR MOXHAM
PHOTOGRAPHY: ISOBEL OWERS
CREATIVE DIRECTORS: CONSTANCE ALLAN & SARAH RAMANTANIS