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shewhomust) wrote2011-11-28 12:46 pm
shewhomust) wrote2011-11-28 12:46 pm
Dawn in three acts
Behind 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.