This morning the portents are ovular. Her spoon cracks the crown with a deft tap like Debussy orchestrating the life of possibilities over a freckled sea; as light flickers her painted nails begin to peel the shell, an act that's delicate and clinical: the albumen is pure, an oval of white. Her palette knife slices the top off and yolk spills towards the rim with a slow promise quickening to stains and stickiness, a Hodgkin splodge of illumination spreading over the frame papering walls with a summer's day.
Within the butterfly net the black and white flickered a film of when I fidgeted in the leather chair, where granddad wintered and fought his ire of clocks with a spice of briny tales to ungrind rainy days. I chew a Black Jack in the fossilized light of my study, the flutter of childhood escapes.
She Bought Me Coffee
I shiver in my jumper, the skin I knitted before she moved in. The path shimmers. Her diva face pouts and poses - it's getting late. The zigzag home: a venture rite of inclines, a puddle theatre of night. My jumper snags on fate. I comb the air and fall. She buys me coffee.
Bio Phil Wood
Phil Wood was born and lives in Wales. He studied English Literature at Aberystwyth University. He has worked in statistics, education, shipping, and a biscuit factory. He enjoys watercolour painting, bird watching, and chess. His writing can be found in various publications, including: The Wild Word, Autumn Sky Daily, the Abergavenny Small Press, Ink Pantry, Fevers of the Mind.
Bio John Winder
John Winder is a creative photographer working in both colour and black and white. He began creative photography 40 years ago and enjoys trudging around outdoors, hauling camera gear, and spending time behind the camera. He has art work previously published in The Bangor Literary Journal, The Fly on the Wall Press and The Abergavenny Small Press.