Friday, 6 January 2012

Small Stone - Jan 6th

A pigeon sits immobile on the wall, beneath palm leaves made ragged by a week of hard buffeting. It’s eyes, black, map-pin orbs, in an amber sea, are fixed on the bearded bark. Perhaps it contemplates a warm nest lined with the fibrous thatch, or is just wondering how alien the tree looks here in the eastern shires. A sharp gust ruffles the bird’s composure. Chest feathers puff up like a lilac pillow, reflecting the strange paint choice on the courtyard wall.