Violent sky
Sunrise…
The sky splits
And from its gash bleeds sunlight into
The rising mist,
which reflects its redness,
absorbing its flow like cotton-wool,
weakening its red intensity until
The sky clots
And bruises with yellow and blue.
25.10.2016
Wow, stunning marriage of words and image – love it! Such a clever anaology. Blessings, Harula xx
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Thank you for your encouragement. Haven’t written anything like this for some time. This autumn has provided me with a number of images that need to be written about…watch this space.
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I certainly will :) Yes, the colours of autumn are a powerful muse… H xx
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