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BRIDGET WHELAN

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Wednesday, 5 January 2011

A Small Stone NUMBER 5


Early Evening: smelling sharp and earthy Satsuma peel on my fingers, feeling the smooth contours of the table made out of John Lewis pine, hearing the blur from next door’s television, looking at perky pleased-with-themselves chrysanthemums shouting at the ceiling, tasting the dinner I’m already cooking in my mind.

2 comments:

Eliza said...

Oh, there are so many senses here! I love satsumas and the scent they leave on the fingers - I even like the scent of chrysanthemums, even though it's not a sweet smell. I can feel the smoothness of the table and imagine what you'll be cooking for dinner..... and give that wall a bang, their t.v.'s too loud! :D

Greyscale Territory said...

A wonderful puree of lively sensations here!