I am petrol
I am iridescence
The contrapuntal flipside of the rainbow
My myriad of blues and green
They soak up light
Then swirl and vanish
Indefinable extra-ordinary tones
Beyond the normal understanding
I am petrol head
Roar power in hot leather
Straddling a DOHC valvetrain mass
To talk the torque
And ride the road
No flies on me bud
(Left alive that is)
I am Petrel, rider on the storm
Ranging seabird on the wing
Swooping close above the waves
Feeling spume soak in my breast
Freer than the oceans breadth
Rapt in raptures
Plunged in depth.
I am petrol
Turquoise, aqua, green, cyan
I am, they say, the cool end of the spectrum…
…But I would like to prove them wrong
Spark with me, and light my fire?
About the Creator
Al Campbell
An advertising copywriter, Al has diverse creative writing interests that encompass short stories, flash fiction and poetry. He is half-way through an MA in Creative Writing, has just finished his first novel and is looking for an agent.
Enjoyed the story? Support the Creator.
Subscribe for free to receive all their stories in your feed. You could also pledge your support or give them a one-off tip, letting them know you appreciate their work.
Keep reading
More stories from Al Campbell and writers in Poets and other communities.
Fireworks and Flypasts - Are They Ever Truly Needed?
Hi there! The poem below is for you if you like to question how come things are done. Its purpose - in my view - is to highlight negative aspects of ‘celebratory’ fireworks and flypasts, encouraging us to choose what we truly need this July (and beyond).
By Emma Rose 🌹 Purposeful Poetry4 days ago in Poets
Letter to our Queer & Trans Youth
Hey, you. I thought I’d start this letter by telling you a little about myself, just so you know who you’re dealing with. I’m an emotional dad, father to three amazing kids who we met through the foster care system, and whose presence in our lives has really transformed my sense of responsibility to the communities that surround us. The connections we’ve made with one another, with our extended families, and with the communities where we live and look for belonging have catapulted us into this whirlwind of emotional tumult which, while not easy by any stretch of the measure, has also been remarkably healing. I realize ours is really only a one-sided chosen family, since our kids didn’t get to choose to live here, but I’d like to think that they did choose to let us love them, which allowed them to grow to love us. And I think that’s where I want to go with this letter- to a place where you can find belonging and healing- even if the pathway there may be peppered with some emotional tumult.
By F Cade Swanson6 days ago in Pride
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.