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| 31st December 2013 |
The heavy lidded
curtain is dropping,
the last light of
the year
burning out
behind the
rooftops
and the hasty
cosmetics
of the partygoers
begin their labour.
Palette cleansing
the washed out
darkness
of shadows claims
these moments
and the hush of
birds
heralds a sense
of expectancy.
The last of the
hours
tick away the
moments to ‘launch’
when unfamiliar
friends
will greet each
other
at the ‘lift-off’
with unholy
kisses
leaving a vapour
trail
of stale alcohol.
First-footing
of returning home
to undo the
revelry of the evening
and the greeting,
on the morrow,
of an
undiscovered country.
Time passes.
The requiems begin.
1 comment:
Brilliant, Keith. And I love the accompanying photo! Made me wish, instead of sitting at my 'compooter', I'd gone out and said "Fairwell!" to the last of the light of 2013... Ooops! Now I'm getting maudling and I haven't touched a drop of the hard stuff yet!! ;-)
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