what angel is this...

My city - Melbourne
photo by me...

Night-time

full of secrets stalking alleys,
waiting impetuously around every corner
to fulfill dark promises made as day slips into black.

Glaring street lights see into every naked nook,
every infidelity - every nasty deed

insidiously swallowing the day’s spent light

and yet,

innocent, your beauty transforms the very night
that keeps your secrets.

~~

Have the best weekend everyone. Aaaaaand for more 55's please visit G-Daddy at
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Love,

55 Flash Fiction Friday - You can always see a stain...

the Adelaide Hills ~ not Blinman.

your energy lingers in
the whispers of washing day,
done on a bitter Monday.

stains washed clean
in a copper fired by kindling

your back bent to pick up sticks in this
forsaken place.

what happened to your fine white linen petticoats - when you died.

dust on dust - nothing more - much less.

~~


Blinman is a South Australian copper mining town. Desolate dessert country, hard on men women and children back in late 1800's. I've stood on open ground where there was once a house and now only a chimney. And wondered, what brought people to places like this where the isolation can destroy a human soul; or - strengthen it?

Have a wonderful weekend 55'ers. :))




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love,