what time was it when
Sun projected pine shadows
on warm warehouse bricks

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CLP 07/04/2021
Liberté, Égalité, Humanité
what time was it when
Sun projected pine shadows
on warm warehouse bricks
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CLP 07/04/2021
So much consistent applause for this show
It seems almost clichéd to join in
But this is one that faultlessly runs day into night
Night after night
Responding fearlessly to the high pressure
Of repeat performances
With magical lighting
Sound effects delightful
Words cannot capture the exquisite beauty
Her Infinite variety of displays
Fearless artistic improvisation
Every evening
Leading her co-stars on stage
With the most brilliant first, Venus
Then too many to mention by name that follow
Except, the Moon
A sickle crescent now –
Wait until she shines full
Happily, I would watch this every evening
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n.b. www.napowrimo.net Day 27 prompt: Write a review in poem form of something that may not usually get reviews.
Christopher Perry
27th April, 2020
The sunset reveals the strength of the west wind. Long thin fingers of pink cloud extend high across the darkening blue sky.
The sun disappears, but from beyond the skyline, sends a single red beam powering straight up. A trick of the light; a crimson spotlight backlighting an emptying stage.
Following the arc of the heavens, not far behind the Sun bleeding over the horizon, Venus. The stark brilliance of Venus. The sky still too light for other stars. No moon. Just the Goddess of Love and Beauty. Evening Star for now, but like a passionate lover, soon to return as the Morning Star to greet me at dawn.
In awe of what lies beyond our atmosphere, I turn up Purdy Street. A bat flickers from somewhere over my shoulder and twists a helix in its flight chasing midges across the lane and over the red tiled roof of a flint cottage.
I meet no-one on my walk.
Warm lights illuminate several of the cottages, but many are cold, empty shells. Holiday homes, second homes, retirement homes, investment homes, unfinished farm building conversions. The cluster of active family homes is found in the close of social housing on the right of the lane. Here children’s bicycles, a colourful football, a red and yellow Wendy House, litter the small gardens and collect evening dew.
My news of seeing the bat, when I return, provokes a dark joke, “I hope you weren’t infected by it.”
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Christopher Perry
16th April, 2020
Flowers thrown open
Sun pours in, loosens pollen
Air fills with mystery
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CLP 16/03/2020
Abracadabra!
Dropping the veil to reveal
Sun in slow motion
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CLP 21/01/2020
Earth circles and spins
Calendar turns to new year
Nothing as before
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n.b. In some respects we are back at the beginning, but this is not so. This solar system has been moving through the Universe whilst our blue planet has rotated on its axis and circumnavigated the Sun. We are at a place we have not been before and we will never return. The saying, “Never go back” is spurious advice; we cannot as “back” no longer exists. Forward is all there is.
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See how fast the new year goes? It is already the 3rd day.
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CLP 03/01/2020