Dark as a night bereft of stars
The man in black reveals nothing,
Color showing itself only cautiously --
At times a riff of bright blue
at the collar of his black shirt
Indicating a complication of emotions withheld,
unexpressed.
Calmly, the man turns and walks away,
flecks of silver running through his dark hair
like jazz, lighting up his presence --
Bip-BAP!
Bi-biddley-bap-BAP!!
Flashing stars in a flat night sky.
3 comments:
Ooh, that is so good, Speedway. I love the flecks of silver running through his hair like jazz.
Wonderful.
It's a great atmosphere the photo and prose evoke.
Chrissy at Manchester: a photo a day at Mancunian Wave
Thank you, Dive and Chrissy. Your thoughts and comments are appreciated more than you know.
Most of the time, I'm looking for words to put with my pictures, while this one went the other way round - I wrote the thought, the phrases down while on my way to work, then came home to look for a picture.
Poor ol' Muse, he'd be so flustered if he knew.
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