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Twilight from an attic window


The sun bids the city streets farewell
Lingering on the far horizon the dying embers of his fiery countnance paint the skies in twilight colours.
While high above in the stratosphere vapor trails crisscross the pale canvas.
White tendrils turn to gold touched by fingers of light that reach hevenward in one last gesture of defience.

A sharp report rings out shattering the near silence sending a thousand starlings screeching high above the streets reeling,twisting and turning, one collective mind guiding and synchronising every twist and turn of their headlong flight.

Pinpoints of light at first shy and demure await the dark
Soon they will transform themselves Camielion like in all their eyecatching glory. Briliant reds,greens and garish orange
each vieing to catch the eye in the dark city streets.
Neon lights rude and obtrusive
try to push back the night.

High above the city streets and avenues insects are held captive in the glare of electric blue lights. Held captive in prisons without walls.
Unable or unwilling,to brake free from the hypnotic light
that brings a kind of madness as they dash themselves in headlong flight against burning blue rods.

A cloak of darkness covers the city,hiding her imperfections she bedecked in garish jewels winking and shimmering in the dark.
Like Cinderella however she must revert to sackcloth and ashes before the sun rises, once more laying bare every wart and imperfection.


Connor 

23/ 10/ 01.