littleonion

By littleonion

Dawn

The soft rim of morning sparkles with birdsong.

Lurching in a sea of duvet and blanket,
I dream the sound in red and orange
before it pulls me into the light
to taste its exotic flavour.



Off to the Northern Stage in Newcastle tonight to see/hear Radikal Works (performance poetry). Nice treat for chemo girl :)

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