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

 

bloodshot.

 

How can you sleep in this

blinding light?

 

 

How can you

bear to

 

close your eyes,

 

 

 

how could you

 

 

 

 

fall

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

asleep?

 

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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