Glass Polygon

So many faces, I cannot count them,
but see through them
to a world beyond the window behind.

Indoors, inside the polygon,
three lights burn.
Outdoors, a pigeon can't decide
where to turn or whether to land.

High wires wait within in a pane:
the structure frames
the unplanned.

© Celia Warren 2019

Lovely roast lunch with Mr PP's sister et al at The Nut Tree, Worle.

Pleased that so many of you enjoyed my Silly Saturday blip yesterday - and thanks for all the fun comments. Much appreciated.