Blonde hair. She flickers.
Faulted porcelain, watching.
Blue eyes reflected.
Help me, I cannot
Get out of this cold world you
Stare at. Look at me.
Movement stops to look;
Fear, familiarity.
She gazes into me.
Help me, I cannot
Escape from this frozen slow
Show you watch me in.
Quick blink, think aloud,
She mouths the words that I say.
Each peach pear plum ripe.
Help me, I cannot
Break this sharp mimicking land
I mirror you in.
I mirror you in.
About Me
- Blue Bird
- Isn't this what the blogging's for..? I write. I draw. I listen to music... alot. I have an obsession with the colour blue and any type of glass. If Orion or Cassiopeia or The Plough or the Seven Sisters were visible in the night sky I could point them out to you, and probably would, but I couldn't tell you if Jupiter was that bright star on the horizon or if Venus can only be seen in the morning, however much I'd like to be able to. My obsessions spread over to photos too - those small physical snapshots of memories to shake and reawaken feelings in your mind. I try recreate that with my writing, but don't often succeed - it's a harder task than it sounds. I find this is partly because I don't write enough... hence the reason I'm here, speaking my thoughts to a distinct lack of reader. It's all good.
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