Friday 10 October 2008

Juniper and Lemons




Clouds of smoke lift on, upwards, bellowing out of the large man's body.... He lifts a wrinkled arm to wave at the pink cloud as she walks on by. The aromor of juniper and lemons fills the room as the cloud wafts on up and up to fill a haze drenched ceiling.

The juniper makes love to the lemon and creates a fire of citirus and a glow of amber as the large man looks on in awe....

Treacle falls down and lands at his feet.
His wrinkled arm reaches out as a nicoteine stained finger finds the treacle and lifts to his mouth to taste. Instantly, he is transformed.... His limbs become young and his mind returns to what it once was.

Agile...free...happy...

The man loosens his tie and rises up, onwards, higher to join the candy floss cloud and juniper and lemon scent.

He returns to love and joy....

2 comments:

Kitty said...

I love the word 'juniper'. I love how it looks, how it sounds.

x

Maithri said...

Just Lovely!