12 August: Petite Pen

golden colours of sunset with sea and reeds.

A Day Bronzed by August

It was a day spinning in my ear,
unbothered by rain or regret
or lost love or virtue, there was
just pale light and the call of gulls
singing like plucked piano wires,
and a child with a kite coaxing
the last breeze out of daylight.


for K’s  A Petite Pen. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter

8 responses to “12 August: Petite Pen”

  1. Lovely piece M. The quiet of the day beautifully writ.

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    1. Thank you, Peter.

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  2. Lovely!!!! This is a jewel.

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    1. Thanks you so much!

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  3. That last line is the ultimate ❤️

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    1. Thanks so much!

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