Where’s my phone

That sunset’s brilliant

Colours that Monet would struggle to capture 

A blue which might redefine heaven 

Dimpled shapes which fail to fit any algorithm

Lines drawn, redrawn, and left to linger 

Red that softens the fear of fire

This is a 12-megapixel camera 

With  advanced sensor and image processor 

Millions of photoreceptors

Burn beauty onto the visual cortex

Layers of light slip under my mood

Are stored in every cell

Primed for retrieval

The lesson of the fading light

Melts certainties and soothes  

Designer pinks and greys

Become fashionably shredded

With the confidence of elemental design

And we are the frow as it fades to black

Bugger, my battery’s flat