Title: A Winter Walk Along Lauriston Place
Author: Lara Barbier
Number: 93/100
Allocated postcode: EH3
A Winter Walk Along Lauriston Place
Edinburgh tonight:
I walk
Beneath the brazen lights,
Sickly pinks and Vermillion
Lollipop-green,
Prismatic shades thrown back
In the dankness.
Colours crawling across the
Melanoid runnel
To bite at my feet.
The porous pavement
Sucks souls down
Until I grow,
A human lamppost
Rising from the chill
concrete,
Throwing illumination
Across the faces of passersby
and
Herringscale patterns
across the pavement.
The street swims by beneath,
Siberia groans aloud in my ears
Shifting the last of the leaves
Into freefall,
Fringed by sticky frost,
Glass fronds
That might shatter
If they meet a flare of light
From beyond the street.
What excellent imagery and phrasing. Good work!
I can almost feel myself walking in the gloom. I agree with Carol-great imagery.
My favorite word: “melanoid” – suggesting both color (sorry, ‘colour’), and malignant potential.
Nice work, Lara!
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