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Sunday, February 24, 2013

Village Sunset and Morning Birdsong

by Charlotte Hoare

Last night the sky was bleeding.
Tonight it is burning.
Fire!
Beyond the rooftops
Along the tree line.
Red sky at night, shepherd's delight.
Gleeful vandalism.
Joy at the knife crime and the arson:
There's nothing else happening.

The birds jump
in and out of synchronisation.
One voice so much louder than the rest.
Piercing
Like the alarm
from the car with the smashed windows.
All dreams of adventure
are shattered on the kerb
and stacked like memorial flowers
against the flat tyre.

2 comments:

  1. Dig this one Charlotte. Sharp yet epic images, like a burning knife blade.

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  2. Great poem Charlotte.

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