Light as feather

 Light as feather

Eyes open to the neon red waves streaming in, undulating colubrine line, slithering across the pale waxed ceiling, cars purring outside in the wintry autumn

like slumbering cats, all curled up, outside in that 

radiating coldness, my fingers poke out and 

recoil from the icy air, I get up, toes

touching the warm carpet, tip-

toeing, pirouetting across 

the floor, dancing 

to the rhythm 

ring cling 

click

of a 

bicycle 

that 

strol-

led

by

it’s 

only 

just

5

a

m.

This is a poem that was published in my university Writer’s Society magazine :)