Mike,
Loved this, especially the last two lines. You paint a great picture of the
room in those first two stanzas, and had me wondering which way it was going
to go. I wouldn't change anything.
Matt
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From: Mike Horwood [mailto:[log in to unmask]]
Sent: 26 November 2003 08:43
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Subject: New sub: Domestic geography
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> Domestic Geography
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> On a polished table the vase stands;
> red roses lend to a cool room
> an opulence and elegance.
> The dark wood, in places, shines
> like water where it catches light.
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> In Alpine white the four walls rise
> above the Persian carpetīs intricate design
> of russet islands set in shimmering blues
> while glazed and panelled double doors
> reveal a new perspective,
>
> where, after breakfast, I have climbed
> to a high, hard place, my muscles racked
> and sore. Small as an ant
> I labour over the tabletop plain,
> under the teacup peaks, the eggshell snow,
>
> to the edge, where my balance
> and sense of proportion waver.
> Fear fills my view of the prospect.
> The deep blue of repose is so far,
> so great the leap into the lap of forgiveness.
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> Mike
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