Sunday 9 January 2011

Sunday evening

the sky is like an indigo curtain
 hung behind the set of the cityscape

a chorus of pigeons are waiting
 for Terpsichore
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  1. Kuvalaya9 January 2011 at 20:15

    pigeons and Terpsichore in the same poem, I'd almost be willing to put money on that being a first. :)

    but I like it, i can actually see it as if it were on a stage in my minds-eye.

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  2. Kaspa Thompson10 January 2011 at 08:51

    Possibly, I admit I had to look up her name :) It all just followed from the colour of the sky.

    Thanks

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