City of white space
The air is thick today heavy
with weather, the news.
Cafes overspill, people sit, wait.
The breeze, easterly, fills the canopies
balloons their stripes flusters dresses,
offends red paper napkins.
Talk is low, slow. A couple
do not need words- a lazy-shoe
toe-hung teases,
fingertips soft circle wrists, hint
at their skill, eyes drape clothes,
lips receive espresso.
Marcelle’s writing explores place and inheritance. Bridport Prize shortlisted, her poems have been published by Propel, Ink Sweat & Tears, Atrium, Iamb, Fly on the Wall Press, Black Bough Poetry, Indigo Dreams and others. She is a committee member for the Scottish Centre for Geopoetics, and contributing editor at The Winged Moon. Marcelle lives in Cardiff, Wales where she practised as an architect. @marcellenewbold.