Wednesday, 26 September 2012

The Moon Day


Grey grass rolled out like a rumpled carpet. A moon on the horizon in a misty halo.
Frost in the grass, like distillations of the moon painted on the blades.

A window. A chair from a dying man's house brought to this place. Wood on mat.
With careful positioning it is possible to create a view that gives an impression of endless trees.

That tall fir. It looks like a witch dancing in the wind that rolls like brushes on the roof, windscreen – mesmerising like a car-wash.

This half bottle of sweet wine. Why?

Magic. That's what we crave.
Something that acts like a filter
between what everyone else sees.

Yellow, red, green.
Misty halos around
the moon.

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