I emerge from the edge of your denseness,
and keep on moving, only stopping when
I reach the space in which the tip of the sun’s
longest ray reaches me to tap upon my head.
In solidarity with this friendliest of touches,,
I become a bright-orange glow, shining back
at you – hot, hot, hot and …………..scorching!
copyright owned by Jay Cool, April 2019
Image by Enrique Meseguer from Pixabay
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Freelance writer and descendant of the cave dweller and outlaw, Humphrey Kynaston. Banished from Shropshire for my eccentricity, I have made my home in Suffolk. I write poetry, short stories, travel journals, comedy gig reviews and non-fiction articles. My wish is to write my way back into the heart of my birth land. All writing commissions (and free holidays in Shropshire!) considered.
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