Day 16 PAD Challenge. Prompt: A "snapshot" poem.
still life in greys and blacks before
dawn turns to day and all the
multitude of things to be
accomplished, somehow, in that
short space of time, the tints vivid,
the bloodred marbled white while the
endpapers of a forgotten book,
still, life, the still life of
grey, black, somehow underexposed,
beneath quilted covers, the halftones
she flips through absentmindedly,
wishing for the rosy fruits,
tinted gold at their edges, cupped
in porcelain metal-banded, the
feathers of an errant fowl
scattered beneath them so
carelessly
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