It was his Birthday

Written is response to the http://www.ekphrastic.net for the ekphrastic challenge : Van Gogh Starry Night .

It was his Birthday 

It was his birthday 
When thinking becomes joined up 
And is more than black and white
It was his birthday when the 
Lines of traffic merged in a continuous Stream somewhere along the A38 
When electric blue sent sirens down the Road in rotating motion and 
Vapour trails slipped from  white to Gold in laminar flow                  And twisted strands 
Merged their course and conjured stars From spun cotton candy
It was his birthday when the sky turned Dark and the trees took 
Shapes of chess pieces mid game.       And flecks of white blew clouds from   Stranded cars                            Into darkness   

And he was still not home


It was his birthday.