Poetry Blogs (2019, Edinburgh)
Edinburgh Late Afternoon
Orange beacons lead the way
toward a fiery sky that glows like the last embers in a hearth.
The charcoal shadows of evening draw near
and I hurry home in my 'teddy bear' coat.
Thursday 14th November 2019 7:21 pm
Sugarworks for me
Music speaks.
Music is heard,
And we must reply.
A clap, cheer or whistle
Fills the room.
A clink of glasses,
Shifting feet, shuffling.
We are an abstract art,
Disparate sounds, voices
Harmonising when we connect.
A keyboard riff,
An order at the bar,
A passing moped -
A city joining in.
Sugarwork me
And I'm lost in a tapestry of sound.
An orchestra...
Monday 25th July 2016 11:28 pm
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