Light Comes In The Summer...

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Light comes in the summer with a breath as soft as chalk, bewitching the night into a colourful dance of haze and vapour, sinking a glowing palette into the land. It plays across the rocks and foam, brightening irises and running along the needle tips of beachgrass. We feel our feet cut through the leaves, grit and sand caught between our toes like a harvest of burnt amber. Tawny, gold flecks and then the lavender liquid sea - a coast of colours seep and flash around our eyes. The catch is in - slipping bodies, their fins decked in silver caught from the moon that now sits yellow, yellow and half-remembered in the closing clouds.

In From The Shadows...

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In from the shadows, from the dying lustre of the trees and the lid of advancing night he came forward from the edge of the wood. Tail embracing the last of the sun's grey glimmer he made his way towards the lantern. The last meeting place, the last warm light that hung on the edge of all things.

Along The Wall Sat Scissors...

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Along the wall sat scissors, ready for the touch of tailor's fingers. Worn by use, their black handles had softened and folded into different shapes which flew snaking shadows up the wall. In the lantern light they hissed and flickered, their mouths ready to lick and sting.