Sunday, 11 August 2013


Oh, that stark light you sent to illuminate my pounding heart.

Your striking colour - a stain on the grey concrete of me.

This fire you ignite... incentive to race, to scatter seed, to love.

I strain at these self imposed chains that hitch me to myself.

I wallow in my indecision, as you circle ...and wait.

Written for Wordle 121 at The Sunday Whirl
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