as now we speak [may 20th]

as we drape ourselves
across plinths and banks
overcome by some impossible
oestrogen-fuelled fervour
on delicate angles
protected by the idea of
flimsy silk and
world-worn linen
captured as a figment
of some artist’s imagination

 

[sorry about the delay – wordpress cocked up and it didn’t publish when i hit the big ol’ button last night]

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