Portobello

By alexwritings

Fri, 04 Sep 2015

1 comments

A car
cuts the silence
like a lone voice
in a blue, square room.

A suitcase clatters
over Tarmac
pulled with soft urgency,

as the sun heads above
the sea, catching
a pier thrust out into red-reflective water.

Permalink Submitted by Weefatfella on Fri, 2015-09-04 19:29

A whole movie in ten lines.

I was a wee bit lost until the suitcase.

Then it all fell into place.

Fascinating.

Weefatfella.

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