Waking Hours

This is how I wake:
your face at the foot of the bed
the colour 
of
honey
a safe haven for first steps.

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7 Comments

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7 responses to “Waking Hours

  1. Really thought the imagery in this one was very effective and beautiful…loved the tone and flow of the poem.

  2. magical, unfolding to the eye in granular texture, like dawn filtering in, and feels like fabric pieces sewn together into a warm quilt

  3. Brooke Linford

    Hi Graham, this is really beautiful, very vivid. Love the colour.

  4. what is love without tenderness 😀

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