I will weave walls out of grey smoke
and bright mirrored neon
fallen shattered in puddles,
and all the windows
will look out over the lights
that net the city. We will look down
from our high place
and drink the nightclub rhythm
from glasses that reflect
shop window glitter. Night will curl
in the corner like a stray cat,
and the ceiling will be saffroned
by streetlamps.
Dawn will come calling
before we sleep, and our
lullaby will be the clank
of delivery vans, and the footsteps
of early risers.
Another one for dVerse. I’m living in the country, so of course I dream of the city.
I love the imagery of your city house — the play of light and dark; shadows of night and day. Neon and grey smoke. So evocative.
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I like the idea of building the house out of the experiences in city nights and then sleeping in them during the day.
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“neon/fallen shattered in puddles”
“saffroned/by streetlamps.”
your imagery is so striking, love it
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Yes.. cities are built for night… wonderful
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That’s cool Sarah. Was your house actually be made of the city night? That’s an original thought!
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This place is definitely not for my own gypsy soul, but I LOVE your imagery.
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Wonderful night time images here…read aloud to a Coltrane jazz number.
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I like that idea!
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