unfolded sheets and cornered pages,
cobalt, rising from the blanket,
found a world within the drawer –
everything unpainted.
the velour shadow of the curtain,
quiet and thin and barely moving,
bows before the wounded evening –
everything unpainted.
Nick Reeves lives on the northeast coast of Penn Beacon. He counts magpies (of which there were 10 last tally), he collects ephemera & beach debris. He has a Creative Writing MA from Bath Spa University & BA in literature – both of which are put to good use in his work as a hairdresser (though he will f[c]ringe at this job title). He can be found at http://nickreeves.blog & also on instagram at nicknick_severe.
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Beautiful!!