Inspired by Philip Larkin’s poem, ‘Solar’, and composed whilst partaking of an excellent pot of tea, courtesy of Prado Lounge, with the Autumn sun lighting up my morning.
Made sad by the dark and the drear of yesteryear, I feel the
pull of solar flames;
not for the ‘heat’ of the ‘gold’, or
for any kind of fury-fuel, but just
for sustenance – simple, calming, forgiving, and for the coaxing out of
words unwritten.
Copyright owned by Jay Cool, 17th October, 2019
N.B. Quoted words are from ‘Solar’ by Philip Larkin.
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