light at the bottom of the well
the light streaming down the well
pools your shadow at your feet
up to your knees
in sooty clingfilm and ink
light obscured by you yourself
looking up into the shaft
it winks and twinkles
beckons like a mirage
but more substantial
grasping the photons
you climb
Poetry by Katarina Wikholm
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Written on 2012-12-19 at 09:10
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