01 Dec

Let there be light

poetry

Iridescent coruscating light, So Bright, so stark, so obvious, Like coffee dripping on a Sunday wet morning, Whetting appetite’s to begin, like light: The great beginning, like God said in Genesis. Light, so heavy, so un-dull, Perhaps pretending to be like the cat That walked over the barrow of wet dish-water. Optically dense, refractive refractory…

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01 Dec

Light Fades

poetry

The bright shining light of the sunrise shone through my bay window and filled my sitting room full of reds, oranges, pinks and Turkish delight colours. I walked into my sitting room and felt the light against my soft smooth skin, it felt bliss. Sadly the sunset faded into the grey clouds and the light…

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01 Dec

Costa Memory

poetry

Coffee smells, as food creates a medium Americano moment on the side. Sociably sitting in Italian colours, Variety is the spice. Sugar and milk add sweetness and light, Spoons, cups and waiters collide. Isomorphic relaxation, within leather interiors.

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