pumpernickel sky, low cut & dense grinding its heels in the carpark lights are on browsed by white teeth; the sleety rain splintering your hood, umbrella tick & charcoal puddles find traces of dry humour breathe hah hah! your hands are bloodless and burning
Written for dVerse quadrille with Linda Lee Lyberg “browse”
Out of the Cave 
First off, that image is extraordinary! It’s goes perfectly with picking up kids from school. The chaos and chatter and filthy weather all make it perfection.
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Thanks, Misky! By “that image” do you mean the photo? Or the image created by the words? Thanks so much for your very positive comment.
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The photo. š„°
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Love the sensory impressions in that first stanza, and how it sets the scene. So well-written. That feeling of keeping a lid on things. And these lines:
“charcoal puddles”
“you hands
are bloodless
and burning”
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Thank you so much. It was proper weather yesterday afternoon!
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