Cape Cod Evening On the outskirts of Truro, where the town gives way to a locust grove, I dive deep into the details of early evening. Sat on the porch in undershirt and slacks, I bathe in autumn breeze, molasses sweet: the same air that disturbs Josephine’s skirt and ruffles the brush strokes of Bonnie’s fur. Just as the day turns dark, she cocks her head, perhaps distracted by the nearby trill of a whippoorwill, and watches through grass in need of a cutting towards the wood, ears and tail up, guarding her property. Later, before bed, one last cigarette. The heady scent of freshly ground coffee. A little reminiscing on old friends. An emergency radio broadcast: an escaped convict, at loose in the woods hunting for a warm place to take shelter. Ross Thompson Ross Thompson is a writer from Bangor, Northern Ireland. His debut poetry collection Threading The Light is published by Dedalus Press. His work has appeared on television, radio, short films and in a wide range of publications. Most recently, he wrote and curated A Silent War, a collaborative audio response to the COVID-19 pandemic. He is currently preparing a second full-length book of poems.
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1/28/2022 09:35:57 am
Very well interpreted. Hopper is the master of restricted and isolated charachers and locations, not failing to give them poetical and beautiful sense. I have this painting hanging in my bedroom.
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