Turmeric Skies
Watching it all go by —
paper love,
and turmeric skies.
Soft cello
catches the eye.
Sat here,
upon the softest throw,
packs of dogs
pick up the pace;
for this is a hard slog.
And there is nothing I can do
for all the plans
I never made come true,
or the plans
for which I never nailed the view.
I am here though,
and I watch
as it all drips down the page.
Life has always been about roads —
well, roads and routes;
it’s why you end up –
so enticed by memory lane.
But you know I am here,
even as I try to explain,
watching the world shuffle by,
caught in the glow
of turmeric skies.
James Garratt – Wednesday 14th January 2026
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Turmeric Skies – Written Wednesday 14th January 2026 (Aged 50)
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