Today’s prompt is to write a poem that muses on love but is not a traditional love poem

Some days you were easy to love.

Easy summer days, before illness

had nudged its way in with insistent

elbows, when we didn’t need to

look for your beauty because we

knew it would always be there.

Other days it felt like all of the

colour had been washed out of you –

we were waiting in a magnolia

painted room for an appointment

that never seemed to come.

But now life, I have the measure of

you.  I see what you’re doing.  You

bring me illness, but you also bring

me poetry.  You bring loss but you

also bring long sunny afternoons

in the company of cornflowers and

poppies and sweet peas.  I have fear

but I also have joy and laughter and

the delicate wings of tiny butterfly

the same blue as the sky. 

Some days you bring me music.

Some days I just want to breathe

you in.