Monday, 10 December 2012

Day Ten: 'Initiation' by Katy Ewing


Moonlit frost
furs the night
in white and sparkle.
Cars creep to stillness,
tethered to the spot
in sandstone shadows.
Hard air bristles nostrils;
waters eyes.
Icy tarmac threatens
to break and bruise.
We teeter.

The golden doorway wants us;
beams us in to welcome warmth.

Around the table
fifteen writers
yield identities.
Frivolity flows
in gently bursting bubbles.
Minds dig over
fresh new beds of words.
The author’s voice
while opinions rally.
I silently scrutinise
and surely succumb.

Katy Ewing

No comments:

Post a Comment