night swimming (Remove filter)
Into the Blue
Never before had he known a colour touch him that way,
This indigo held a tenderness and cool warmth which confused him.
And yet,
As the neon lights dimmed and harsh sounds abated,
He felt drawn to the dark, to go in search of his liberty
And yet
Like a dimmed aquamarine siren, it called to and reassured him,
He would be safe, it would hold him in its arms, nothing could, woul...
Saturday 25th January 2020 12:30 pm
Recent Comments
Bethany Sallis on A worthy praising
10 minutes ago
Graham Sherwood on Ballot Box
22 minutes ago
Graham Sherwood on A Moral Hub
29 minutes ago
rob1967able on Alfred Stieglitz.
1 hour ago
John Coopey on SWINGING
2 hours ago
David RL Moore on Ballot Box
2 hours ago
keith jeffries on Ballot Box
3 hours ago
Stephen Gospage on Resting Place
3 hours ago
Stephen Gospage on Who Cares
3 hours ago
Larisa Rzhepishevska on Who Cares
8 hours ago