The four corners of the sky
are suffocated with clouds
layered pewter curves
closing in.
Humidity and headaches rise,
mornings welcome freshness
has fled like an illicit lover.
Copyright © 2018 Kim Whysall-Hammond
The Cheesesellers Wife
Anything and Everything, but mostly Poetry
Wonderful words and metaphors.
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Thank you Glenys.
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I simply loved the line, “freshness has fled like an illicit lover.”
Your piece was beautifully written! <3
Looking forward to reading more from you!
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Thank you Natalie and welcome to my blog!
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You’re welcome! <3
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Gorgeous imagery. I read this twice aloud.
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Ooo, did you? I take that as a high compliment!
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I especially love “layered pewter curves”! Wonderful imagery, Kim. 🙂
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