Bright, Pale Yellow by Eleanor Hardy

Bright, Pale Yellow


Our house is in darkness.

I shut my eyes, but

my eyelids are glowing with


bright, pale yellow,

the kind that shines through your

skin in the sunshine.


I press my eyelids from

out of the darkness,

watch the brightness


squirm, then smile, then

strike with white branches in a

flash of white lights against


bright, pale yellow,

the same branches that

during the days are




How can you sleep in this

blinding light?



How can you

bear to


close your eyes,




how could you















By Eleanor Hardy


Aswell as writing poetry, Eleanor Hardy is a an actor and a playwright – she recently finished writing her first play ‘My Life in Coffee Spoons’. Eleanor also studied English at Cambridge University for a brief period before leaving to pursue other optionsĀ  ‘…finding the atmosphere emotionally and creatively stifling.’


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