Thursday, 30 April 2009

Decemberist

There are pictures on the wall,
Telling stories short and tall
About dinosaurs that fell in love
And died a fiery molten death.
This night is so close to me.
Your face is far, but all I see.
My mouth was not the one you chose,
But I can feel your every breath.

(The library is full from dawn 'til dusk and everyone is on edge - it can only be exam season. I've found a typewriter for less than £20 though, hopefully in working order, so that makes me happy. Picking it up on Monday...)

cardigan, bag, belt and shoes - Barnardo's Vintage / top and tights - H&M / skirt - Mrs C.'s 1980s handmedown / amber ring - Krakow / horn ring - carboot sale




Frozen food on a budget; cod fillets - wrapped in foil and put on a baking tray, dotted with butter, seasoned with salt and pepper, in a 190oC oven for 20 minutes. Add lemon juice.

5 comments:

copperoranges said...

awww .. i love the bright pops of color in your sweater and skirt! too pretty!

Svenske Floyd said...

Your own poems are not that bad either!

Sassy said...

Cute skirt!

The Clothes Horse said...

That cardigan is lovely. The poem is so pretty too.

sabertooth said...

oh cute sweater!