Nicola Beckett on BANANAS
37 minutes ago
You stand before an empty horizon,
The silhouette of the trees running sharply across the bottom of the sky,
Eyes fixed on those soulless, black shapes in the distance.
Your gaze wonders up – slowly. The sky transforms before you
From the light into the dark.
The moon hangs – trapped in the dawn of engulfment,
The ground beneath you is dim – stretching to meet the light.
Monday 18th April 2016 7:38 pm