Friday, 25 February 2011

My new prescription Ray-Bans

The world looks better through Ray-Bans
It means the sun is out
Warm jumper, Ray-Bans, dew on the grass
yellow sun, green reflected water drops, light and shade


Glorious beauty, even in the old metal
of cars, the pot-holes, the dead bird's feathers
did I mention that I had a cat?
He eats the bird whole and leaves feathers for us


The sun shines through slatted blinds
I write with a red pen, black shadow on
white paper. Chiarascuro
Reminding me of something I can't quite get


Draft version 1.0, 23/2/2011. Please do not copy or cite without author's permission.

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