Night After Day

Warm, dry, curved
The sensual slope of dry stone
Orange, brown, rough
Nature glows even in the dark
The animals yet to be discovered
Hide underneath and in the splendour
Ignored by tourists full of awe
They try to capture images that cannot be taken
They belong right there, imposing and loud
I am here the rocks say
Do not touch the Bella threatens
Navy ink pollutes up above
Swallowing the orange till all turns purple
Who knew there was glory in the dirt?
Mother’s worst kept secret needs her beauty sleep

And is happy for me to watch her as she does.

 

Little Ginge x

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