Through dull haze
the City has lost its gloss
the buildings dark like
smoke stacks, a backdrop
of hills like a slag heap.
Above, clouds packed
and lumpy, bumping along
northeast. To the south
grey curls adrift beneath
skeins of Persian fairy floss.
Lovely ... but why Persian?
ReplyDeleteBecause I had it on a dessert at a local winery last week when we took Mum out for her 84th Birthday luncheon. And discovered Persian fairy floss is stiff like tulle and white. Should I call it tulle?
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