Day Two Hundred and One: 9th February 2013

when your letter arrived
my hands shook in rythmic harmony
and a solitary bead of sweat
slid uncomfortably down my nose
I placed it (you) on the empty kitchen table
gazing at it (you) over the boiling kettle
that turned itself off and startled me
back to reality
and my bleary eyes rested on the clean white envelope
that would remain unopened

Acrylic and Pastel on Handmade Paper

Acrylic and Pastel on Handmade Paper

© Dawn Whitehand 2013

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