In his spell and under his control, I am in awe.
The soft light picked up his uneven growth, the twist of his tongue in concentration and his focussed blue eyes. It was as if I didn’t exist but I will always remember Dad’s shadow puppet shows.
Eyes tugging at your wallet
Over stuffed teddies clad in red silk
Cross bones replaced by hearts
Cards hang like flags on masts
Both a warning and notification, we’re “the chosen ones”
Retail pirates, treasure buried in florist’s pots.
Love makes me smile but …
Commercialism stole Valentine’s Day
Inspired by both, Valentine’s Day itself and the weekly challenge at The Daily Post
I wish we had more time but I’m walking done to Pyrmont now, and there’s no rumble at my back.
For those not from Sydney or familiar with our streets. We used to have a monorail. It was largely useless and is now in the process of being removed. I didn’t think I cared, but something is missing from our streets.