Light Deprivation

Heavy and thick

the air hangs

an unseen curtain

veiling the sun

like a Burkha

on this barely

clouded sky.

Six o’clock last night

her eyes shone out

for a few minutes

as the then filled

clouds walked

past her window.

I drink my coffee

left from a pot

made the day before

and appreciate  it

before I make some more.

It is too early for cold

versions left in the frig.




I'm interested in hearing people's ideas about metaphors and to post other people's metaphors as well as my own!

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