Pensive and
Cocooned in a corner,
I’m surrounded by sandblasted brick,
distressed timber and
flat-packed heritage!
The drone of background voices
blends with the dim, low light whilst
the plaintive shrill of a lone trumpeter,
bluesying-it in the corner,
paints my emotions,
I nurse a beer,
to comfort the moment, alone.
© Dafydd Gwynne – April 2009
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