Tall buildings shadow pavements,
squinting their windows against light
that spills from an insomniac Manhattan diner.
Anonymous at a timeless hour,
customers sit at the cherry wood counter
with dirty coffee cups and a hankering
for cherry pie, sugar to take the sour
edge off a night of cigarettes
and alcohol. Smoky thoughts curl
and mingle with the smell
of sandwiches and coffee;
fluorescent reflections glitter in urns and taps.
Water gushes and there’s a clink of cups
as the waiter does the washing up.
Kim M. Russell, 13th April 2017
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On Day 13 of The Poetry School’s NaPoWriMo prompts, we’re writing ekphrastic poems, which take another work of art as their ignition point. They have given as examples John Keats’ ‘Ode to a Grecian Urn’, which sets the bar high, and ‘Empty Chairs’ by Liu Xia. It helps if the poem can stand up…
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