E is for Edges

Sunlight stretches across the stagnant air,
its rays
seeking.
I wait for the horizon
to douse its heat,
stand guard,
watching maiden youth.
Pulled close,
almost privy
as she tells the pages before her
her dreams, her fears.
Of the boy
who no longer holds her hand,
of the mother
who uses hers to strike.
In a room
of obscure edges,
in the gleam
of light.
She rewrites the reality
of the daylight.

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Submitted to ABC Wednesday for the letter E.

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Author: Jo Bryant

I was born in the land of Banjo Paterson, gum trees, and weather extremes. I am a freelance writer. I live in the Bay of Plenty, New Zealand, but still like to claim my Australian heritage. I graduated with a Bachelor of Communications in 2008. I am writing my first novel. I love to write poetry, short stories, and also write for the web. And there is nothing that is on a par with a sunny summer's day spent at Waihi Beach.

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