Reykjavik 29/3/16

Cherry

By Philip Sidney

Tue, 29 Mar 2016
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Lying in bed beneath a window, watching fat flakes fall through twiggy fingers of skeleton trees, listening to Kurt Vile, wondering how you got through the winter and where your plump cheeks went.  

You are a man, I suppose, thin and beautiful like the ghostly trees outside.  

Watching the world through glass, remembering the blue and soft gold of spring, just yesterday, when the only snow was on the mountain tops.

Overnight, memories crowded in, clouds drew over us and now they shake out their downy quiet of dreamtime.

You move languidly, as though in liquid, an exotic fish behind glass.

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Comments

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

what a beautifully lyrical piece of prose. 

 

Submitted by tibi popovici on

interesting cozy moment, perfect for recollection

T.

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

Thank you insert, Tibi and Noo!  smiley

Submitted by VeraClark on

This is exquisite for being so compact and yet stretching imagery so far, digging up the emotional depths in a casual way. I like the diary title, imagine a flippy jotter full of these.

 

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

Thank Verasmiley

Submitted by maggyvaneijk on

"You move languidly, as though in liquid" => that's literally what it's like to read this. Beautiful!

 

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

Thank you so much Maggy :)

Submitted by jeand on

Hi Helen

Beautifully put - a sort of poem feeling to a bit of prose.

Jean

Jean Day

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

Thank you Jean. smiley

Submitted by Jewel Serpent on

The glass imagery is extremely effective. The beauty of this piece is in its fragility. One to read again and again, to extract different meanings each time. Kudos on this one! 

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

Thank you Jewel Serpent! :)