Wings A silent sweep above the early Summer moor, a flash of light, and she's gone... I felt the soft flutter, an angel flew by me, clueless mortal, accident of organic chemistry...
Prompt idea by kashafS The morning was cool and fresh, the ground still damp from the rain, the night before. Once again we stopped and look at the gentle curves of the Downs: a farmer had recently cut the hay, crows were surveying the valley, in philosophical and not too assertive flight. In some fields poppies … Continue reading Summer #TheDailyPost
For many of us, winter is blooming into spring, or fall hardening into winter. Which season do you most look forward to? As the snows melt on the high peaks, the streams flow, white and icy, and we will walk again my love, through the meadows lit of water drops like crystal, where our bare … Continue reading Daily Prompt: Turn, Turn, Turn
how many years has it been
since I fell in love with my own reflection
if love was cold and flat as glass?
I’ve spent my life staring into mirrors
watching the years swim towards me
like dark & slippery shapes
that hover and expand under thin ice
and even when there is no mirror i feel my eyes on me
when talking on the phone, in the shower,
driving a car or doing dishes,
i watch myself from the corner, up above and to the right
an out-of-body awareness of what I look like now as I type this
my ghostly gargoyle, my phantom twin, my consciousness
disinterested and vaguely hostile
an unblinking self-portrait
framed in gilt.
but what if i skipped the shower, got behind the wheel, and drove north
& norther, to where pine trees fur their feet
and rocks jut like…
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