This is the scenery of inbetween days. The no-man’s landscape that stretches between Christmas and New Year.
New books form skyscrapers on coffee tables - little towers of fact and fiction. Cards that came late drape the curtain pole, white leaves with best wishes for veins. And the last arrival, hastily employed as a makeshift bookmark.
The table confetti from Christmas day has fallen to the floor. With every step she takes silver stars are carried to other rooms. To other carpets where new constellations form, forever drifting through acrylic skies.
8 comments:
Like those skyscrapers.
"With every step she takes silver stars..."
Lovely phrase Jem, very imaginative.
Happy New Year
Silver star confetti is my favourite.
Happy New Year, Jem.
wonderful impressions... i often feel very similar about this time...
I recognise the feeling in the first paragraph and the last paragraph is wonderful
Best wishes for 2009
Beautiful.
I just found your blog and LOVE it. I so look forward to reading more. Thank you!
that inbetween bit is such a strange time and you have captured it so well! I'm loving in particular the thought of new constellations forminng from confetti...x
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