thought I'd post this edit. Quite different to the original and more to it. Thanks for looking ;)
Setting
The sun sets in the purple bay,
spilling light over masts,
creeping into panelled cabins
of old rotting boats, illuminating
charts and compasses, highlighting
old worn pipes and dog-eared photographs
of women who once kept seafarers company
on cold stormy nights.
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1 comment:
This one I don’t really remember.
What I really like about this is how the focus quickly narrows from the setting sun on the bay to the photos of women. Very nice work here, and as always I believe some of your best work are these shorter ones.
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