16.10.17: five minutes under a morning and afternoon sky

Before

Gaps in the cloud’s quilt-work
reveals light splashes of blue,
the sun smiles on the clouds’
fleeced edges; a celestial white
glow, closely contrasted by
deep, winter grey. Threads of
black separate from the main
body of those stretched, scruffy
white ovals, and reach out like
a thin, broken arm, slowly
trying to knit the structure
back together. Blue specks
become less frequent and small,
eventually becoming no bigger
than one white-shinning eye.
And after a few seconds,
even that dies.

After

And then
3pm
Sahara dust
along with
remnants of
Portuguese
wild fire
mingles with
old grey cloud –
a burnt
orange sun,
trapped
behind.
Words die,
mouths
drop
and the
world
falls into
sepia
tinted
darkness.

 

Laura Marie 

Copyright: Laura Davis © 2017, all rights reserved.

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