a tapping sounds under the bone late at “night” are no birds no mountain no folkish citadel you lie
down not to sleep to wander among ghosts & zoo keepers over the black night sky where it is snowing your beautiful snow-white's slippers streaked [with] rain.
Thanks very much Gordon! That's exactly what I was aiming for; a universe not of negatives but of uncannily negative colours. Your comment much appreciated!!
So black and white - but so many shades!
ReplyDeleteThanks very much Gordon! That's exactly what I was aiming for; a universe not of negatives but of uncannily negative colours. Your comment much appreciated!!
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