Monthly Archives: August 2013
It glints in the light and catches my eye. Resting on a bare, hairy chest, shirt open to catch the sun. As its owner doses, it rises and falls with the rhythm of his breath.
The shelves are crowded with our latest purchases, a secure kaleidoscope of colours and sizes. I think of those who are not so fortunate and am grateful.
Fields of dried stubble glow a bright yellow, picked out by golden rays. From their left comes a grey misty curtain of water, slowly extinguishing each light as it moves.
He prods me with his walking stick. As I turn around, a broad grin fills his thin, ninety-three year old face. His eyes light up and his free arm comes out as I get up to give him the biggest … Continue reading
A blond child runs along the cobbled street. A black cape with gold braiding flies behind him as he goes. I may see a boy, but he sees a superhero.
Heavily pregnant, she leaves with her shopping bag. Her husband follows her onto their front path. They lean into a familiar hug as he kisses her goodbye. An everyday expression of lasting affection.
Wings flapping frantically, it dwarfs the bird feeder it is perched on. It repeatedly dips its head and tries to peck at the peanuts inside. A seemingly impossible task, but it will not yield.
An orange bloom of rust spreads out from each jointed end. Their tops are polished by a lifetime of trains. They have stood the test of time, people and politics. One day they will fail, but not yet.
Unruly leaves are carefully shorn; brambles cut off in their prime. An end of summer haircut reminds us that Autumn is near.