3am This Morning

By Ed Crane

Wed, 21 May 2014
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The road surface outside my window

is satin varnished from the aftermath

of a billion tiny water bombs dropped

by a passing thunderstorm. Its fading

spoor: a light show and barely audible

bass notes, will soon melt into black sky.

 

The rotating publicity hoarding, stands

on the corner. A sentinel, showing off

alternating boasts by, ING, Bioform

and Carrafour. Its colours, reflecting

off the drenched pathway, penetrate

the monochrome of sodium orange

 to compete with the traffic lights for

the attention of a slumbering audience.

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Comments

Submitted by Bee on

Perfect.

Bee

Submitted by Ed Crane on

... Sometimes I have trouble sleeping frown but thankfully not always.

BTW, I think this might be a bit too wordy, I'm considering a re-work, but I'm too tired at the momentwink

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

This was rather nice. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Ed Crane on

Thanks Rhiannon, I'm pleased you liked it.

Kind Regards

Ed

 

Submitted by torscot on

I liked this 3am tale.

Everthing at that time takes on a world of it's own under  "...the monochrome of sodium orange..."

Regards.

torscot

Submitted by Ed Crane on

You are right about the small hours ... they are special, but normally I prefer to be asleep.wink

Warm Regards

Ed

 

Submitted by scratch on

I like these vignettes of life, you do them so well.  I recall the one relating your witness to a funeral cortège with particular admiration.

 

Submitted by Ed Crane on

I remember that poem -- about a sad day last November in my local town, especially sad 'cos I had to go to the bank and cough up a lump sum of about 10% of my annual income to the naffing Belgian inland revenue!