Tuesday, 25 December 2012

Day Twenty Five: 'Eleven pm, 25th December' by Charlotte Wetton

Eleven pm, 25th December

A rich, warm fug of an evening,
food still spread.

The slow day weights us,
basted in luxury, we have everything.

I pull at the heavy curtains
slide open the doors

and I stop talking and eating and
step into sudden aloneness.

The night ripples over my arms
like cold water, lifting my hair

and I sink back, sink back, sink back
plunge softly into puritan stars

sky pours into my lungs
clouds smooth out my face.

Charlotte Wetton

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