Dawn in three acts
Nov. 28th, 2011 12:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
shewhomustBehind St Godric's church, the thinnest wash of sky blue is almost hidden by wispy clouds, like a stack of grey and pink veils.
Down by the river, the colours are separating: grey behind the cathedral, while a rose blossoms above the knife blade of the leisure centre's electric lighting.
Beyond the deep end of the pool, the glass wall is filled with a mottled purple grey bruise, fading while I swim to the bleak off white of a winter morning.
Back by the river, the resident heron is unimpressed.
Down by the river, the colours are separating: grey behind the cathedral, while a rose blossoms above the knife blade of the leisure centre's electric lighting.
Beyond the deep end of the pool, the glass wall is filled with a mottled purple grey bruise, fading while I swim to the bleak off white of a winter morning.
Back by the river, the resident heron is unimpressed.
