This Time
The light through the window
is spun in the beech tree.
In the mirror.
Across the floor.
Breathes in curves along white walls.
Cleaves to each cold-ash hour
of your grandmother’s clock –
its hands stopped years ago
at ten past five – not rewound.
Its brassy age-cured chime
as noisy as clashing colours.
for Red Wolf Prompt and Twiglet #199. Image from Flickr Creative Commons. © Misky 2020
3 responses to “For Twiglet #199 & Red Wolf Prompt”
Gorgeous
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I love the idea of the light spinning through.
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Beautiful imagery Misky 💜
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