Ascent

I am looking for something,
and it keeps leaving
little caresses,
shivers,
for me to find.
It is elusive,
gradual,
but I think I am catching up with it,
propelled at moments
with warp-like speed
through long dark corridors.
It is hiding beneath muted colours
and it’s tail sweeps long,
catching my breath with its
feather-like touch.
I can see it, I can see it,
and we rise on a spiral staircase.
Each turn a little higher than
the next.
I am chasing it now,
up, up,
but not too fast.
And suddenly, it stops
and I am smack, bang,
in the middle of it, and
the colours,
are no longer muted.

Soft and lovely image with a vibrant and evocative set of words. Thank you for positioning us as the willing voyeur.
Thank you!
Yes, Yes, Yes!
to the word and the image.
*grin*
You should totally write more poetry!
Molly
Thank you, that is lovely of you to say!
I am so glad you have found your full colours, mine is irritatingly quite muted right now
I wrote this poem about 15 years ago!