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:

Lexie 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!

Rebecca, A Clothes Horse said...

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

meena meena said...

oh cute sweater!