Poetry: Liquid Neon

Liquid Neon

by Clare de Lune © 2026

I like the pavement in the rain;

a mirror revealing a painting

as I stand in this corridor of reflective terrain

neon slips from the signs

and pools at my feet,

bubblegum pink, electric blue, sugar-bright,

like the town dropped its candy

in the street,

liquid light

no one’s around,

just the hush of the solitude,

soft and slow,

not loneliness,

just the street breathing low

the light moves when I move,

the whole street shifts for a second,

rearranges itself in quiet connection

and the champagne glow

subtly ripples in it.

Photo by Clare de Lune © 2026