January Sunset

The soft sunset sky

Boasts a spectacular spectrum,

Flushed with toasty shades of burnt orange

And juicy mandarin,

To the delicate tastes of lemon and lime,

Blending into feathery lavender

And multi-hued azure,

Spreading to star-speckled sapphire

And deepest velvety indigo,

All flecked with the blazing coral

Of airplanes and their trails;

Beneath it all,

A disc of burnished gold

Hovers on the horizon,

Before succumbing to slumber.

 

Emma H, age 26, 31/01/2017

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A View from the Hill

It’s been a long week, but we’re nearly there… Happy Throwback Thursday everyone! Today’s poem from back in February depicts a wintry late-afternoon panorama near my home, witnessed through a car windscreen.

In Emma World

Theatrical landscape

Cardboard cut-out scenery

Sketched silhouettes

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On Vacation – #writephoto

sails

Gilbert the gremlin was grumpy. The setting sun streaming through the tiny window lit his sullen face, exasperated eyes, frustrated frown. Quite frankly, Gilbert had had enough.

“The most important job in the world” the advertisement had boasted, “Invaluable to Effaeria and all of its peoples.” Set hours, no night shifts, great pay, in a beautiful and tranquil setting. He had been over-the-moon when his application was successful and he was granted the role. What Gilbert hadn’t accounted for was the miniscule workspace, the crippling boredom, and the abysmal loneliness. Three hundred years to the day he had dutifully and diligently worked in this tiny windmill, but where was his anniversary celebration? Where were his uncaring employers? Where oh where was the gratitude?

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