There’s
something wondrous to me about being awake in the night, when the rest of the household
is asleep. I stare out of the window and observe that people on my street seem
to be sleeping too. No silhouettes appear on the curtains or blinds, no rectangular
frames of light. Gone are the street lamps of my childhood, which used to start
off a translucent pink and warm to a Lucozade orange. I remember evenings at my
grandparents watching them transform, especially in autumn and winter, when I
found the glow most comforting on cold evenings. I celebrated Halloween, once
with a black sugar paper cauldron, looking out of the window at the colour
change whilst waiting for the moon and stars, or they acted as a countdown on
Bonfire Nights when their amber illuminations signalled the beginning of the firework
display. Now it seems daylight pools from the street lights, revealing the calm
and silent at 3.37am. I use these nights to reflect and to write. I also adore
early mornings, although there are more people about at this time, I allow them
to infiltrate. I get to witness the glorious moment when the sun arrives and
the day is filled with warmth, birds emerge, and their vocalisations are a
melodic contrast to the still night before.
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Friday, 5 June 2015
Glows
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Saturday, 18 May 2013
Rain-soaked I stroll
Along The Strand rain-soaked I stroll
Where the Kings and Queens of caffeine rule
Frothing of the steamer stops
And so do frothing mouths, for hence forth they sip
Sweetness or bitter taste
They wash in the door in droves
To gaze upon balls of coloured wool
And laced-stitched divine deities
Where the Kings and Queens of caffeine rule
Frothing of the steamer stops
And so do frothing mouths, for hence forth they sip
Sweetness or bitter taste
They wash in the door in droves
To gaze upon balls of coloured wool
And laced-stitched divine deities
© Luci Mahon
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