Wednesday, 7 December 2011

Day Seven: 'Shop Window Beauty' by Charlie Rawcliffe

'Shop Window Beauty'

Beneath cloud cover

On top a blanket of snow

I watch you slip and slide down an iced-over high street

The shops are closed

The cars won't start

It's just me watching you watching nothing

Your own shop window reflection

Watches as you play with your hair

Adjust your scarf and turn this wasteland into a catwalk

My breath frosts the air

And through the haze

You seem like God's greatest creation.

Charlie Rawcliffe

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