Ashen landscapes form the backdrop
to the fog-drenched city.
One blow and it's dust.
Late night taxis swirl
like Saturn's belt -
piercing the canvas.
A sense of urgency,
in the engine's hum,
provides the bass
for the metropolitan musical.
The TransPennine's thrum from Meadowhall
offers the lo-snare.
A collective tap of heels
where neon lights flicker
over grim iron doors,
transfers
tonight's promotions
to varnished pavements.
Light strikes
upon night's result
and casts shadows to their corners.
About Me
- laura l'écrivain
- As I am currently studying Creative Writing at university, I basically wanted to use this blog to display some of my work and see what response I get. I'm hoping to display as much variety of writing as I possibly can and I happily welcome criticism, as long as it is constructive (not just abusive). Please enjoy, Laura l'écrivain.
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