Sunday, July 04, 2021

#465 La Joconde (2)


 




The curtains open. The summer 
sky takes center stage. Thinks the
play's the thing: but there is no 
King. Apart from the slash of blue &
white there is little light, & the only
animate object in sight, a horse's bell, 
has lost its smile, lips quite tight, 
trapped inside a night of boredom.

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