Last night marked the start of my summer holidays, so the light seemed all the brighter! And it seems my Friday night friends were also bathed in brightness… Ashley rides a building storm, Cindy harnesses bolts of electricity, while this Lost Shark catches a moment of hunger. And as always, the three pieces come together to spontaneously combust and give rise to a more complete picture… to quote Springsteen, ‘mama always told me not to look into the light of the sun, oh but mama that’s where the fun is.’
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Hunger
You hurry to the butcher
shop for sausage mince and
pork rib; a slice of moon
the colour of bone.
GN
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CK
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The appeal of clouds: thinking them
clowns, smoke-tailed dragons
maybe angels, in charge of harps
and water molecules
so they can create between rescues
these angels that cannot compete
with physics, speed or distance
and regret, seraphically
some of their best designs
their drift, storm building
on shore, the many
worried observers
AM
a slice of moon
the colour of bone… how cool is that… loved yours graham and ashley’s smoke-tailed dragons… and wishing you a wonderful summer holiday as well
thanks claudia, so glad that image lit you up!
Oh…Ashley’s first stanza was just wonderful IMHO.
Thank you so much, Charles!
The appeal of clouds, indeed. This image instantly floated pictures in my head. You guys are really building up to a spectacular finish.
Thanks, Mark. I recently saw a new book by Alexander McCall Smith with a title about clouds, and it got me thinking.