(the 24th of December 2013, HBC)
Winter’s bent spoon
Feeds
Rambling pheasants
Moths swoon
Against cold windows
Dark owls
Salute
Venus and the Moon.
Night casts its last frock,
Light
Writes a new days’ blog
Where mud meets sky
Our dreams
Blunt the spear
Of Tomorrow
Awash with feeling,
Weighted in the mire,
I limp
on a cobbled street
Called “Love Crescent”.
Monday, 12 January 2015
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