Two boys aged nine and six put on purple velvet trousers and shirts with a small floral motif in shades of purple, lilac and lavender against a white background.
Glimpses of a cold Sping morning can be seen through rivulets in the condensation collecting on metal framed windows.
As page boys they make their way to the Church of the Redeemer, Hagley Road, with three bridesmaids dressed in full length pale lavender gowns. The bride wears white satin; white daisies encircle her waist, form the puff sleeves of the dress and are scattered on the veil.
A chill grey urban scene provides the backdrop for an unhappy decade and a half of marriage.
I was on my way home last week, it was raining, the car I was travelling in was waiting for the traffic lights to change. I noticed the colourful melee of posters on this billboard. I like the way the rain drops on the window distorts the colours and image. I didn’t know if I should crop the picture to the left or right side of the pole. In the end I decided life is about negotiating obstacles in our path so I left it in to remind me.
What do you think?
Hissing thickness beyond ear lugs,
Rasping, body wrenching, throat burn.
Thinking suspended; time slows down.
Aching bones, soreness deep in joints.
Sleepless rumination filled nights.
Sneezing coughing humanity.
What’s he doing now, instead of taking pictures of that flower he could play ball with me!
Our roses are white,
Petals feather light
Our roses are red,
Is it now we wed?
Warm, wet, watch,
Wait. Early or late?
Here at last.
Thrown in seat.
Stop. Chug-chug chug-chug,
Start, err rer rer rer,
Sway, lurch, stop.
Loop ’til D’Hill
Progress smothering nature,
Gaia’s screaming in anguish,
Cars cruise, collide, crash and crunch.
I cringe in concrete canyons,
Hard soulless windows watch on.
Kerb calamity beckons,
Artificial high awaits.
Downfall to the high elect,
Will this nightmare ever end,
Not with the current party,
Silence, cruelty, no comment,
Double dissolution time?
Free to believe in being.