Imagery

Or clasped the yellow soles of feet In the palms of both soiled hands.

Her stomach churned with anxiety as she stepped onto the stage.

Where the phone lay unattended in a calm Of mirror glass and sunstruck pendulums…

The sky was painted with hues of pink and orange during the sunset.

Her fingers grazed the rough bark of the ancient tree.

The buzzing of bees filled the quiet garden.

His boot pushed off And the bicycle ticked, ticked, ticked.

With smell of steaks in passageways. Six o’clock. The burnt-out ends of smoky days.

The chocolate melted on my tongue, leaving a rich, sweet flavour.

The roar of the crowd echoed in his ears as he crossed the finish line.

The fresh scent of rain lingered in the air after the storm.