Creative Writing

Nightlight

The curtain in the corner is

Tucked around the bars (which are

Black

And cold to touch).

 

I watched the planeless night until

Unlit, morning fogged the pane.

Mist.

The wet window.

 

In fairly far apartments

The night dance flits.

 

The hiss of hard strip lighting.

Hissing, silent, silence.

Mist.

 

A windfall feather drifts,

Brushing the window

Wet with warm bath

wrinkled fingertips.

 

The curtain in the corner is

Tucked around the bars.

The sounds

Which enter with the light from far

Halogen strips are cold,

Cold and white.

23/09/2017

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