You pull me closer, I push you around, I push you on, you pull me down, We flourish on our middle ground. “Brief: 366/2020 project, prompt ‘Force’
Tag: 366/2020
Swing
No permanence, a wisp, she swings from invincible to vulnerable. “Brief: 366/2020 project, prompt ‘Swing’
Leaf
Unwelcome wind undressed Chestnut’s golden gown, stark, stripped bare to bark. Gold-leaf garments scarred where bound, torn, paper-thin to ground. Bitter breath ground with grating gravel-rain, penetrated to vein. Ice sheets suffocate bare til broken down, tarnished gold to brown. Sodden remains surrender to green-tip, wounds healed, the winter yields. “Brief: 366/2020 project, prompt ‘Leaf’
Believe
If you leave, leave me weaving fabrication with truth, still believing. “Brief: 366/2020 project, prompt ‘Believe’
Moon
Kicked-back lounging crescent, coolly chills, waxing in winter’s star-starved sky. “Brief: 366/2020 project, prompt ‘Moon’
Feather
Birch-breeze whispers day’s potential, feathers cloud behind murmuration. “Brief: 366/2020 project, prompt ‘Feather’
Band
Yesterday, they grouped, silver-tongued and young, Asked us to love me, do, please please me, And we did and we do. Four avant garde, laid tracks for British Invasion With a reminiscent ticket, from Penny lane to Abbey road Instrumental for the decade til The highs came down and the lows ran on In technicolour …
