Tablecloth; a photo essay

Photography and poetry by Pearl Roycroft

candles are lit

lamps are warm

fire is on

floor is swept

table is set

wine is poured

I walk around the block

for flowers for the tablecloth

it’s almost time

greeted by your voice

waltzing through the door

I just want to sit here

feel you near

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Pearl Roycroft—Regular Contributor

A gardener by morning, napper by afternoon and hostess by night, Pearl considers herself the luckiest girl in the world. She is a cacao enthusiast from the Perth Hills, who lives with a pet bird, a close sister and many trees. Pearl has travelled to unique places around the globe and across the country in her red van, which you can read about at Pen and Paper. For love, she makes music. Check out her album Closing Doors on Bandcamp.