Stillness
In the twilight
Punctuated only
By the call of birds going home
Red sky
Blackened
By clouds of rooks whirling, swirling
A lone duck rises, flies
Over the bridge
Quacking
Stillness
In the twilight
Punctuated only
By the call of birds going home
Red sky
Blackened
By clouds of rooks whirling, swirling
A lone duck rises, flies
Over the bridge
Quacking
This is a beautiful poem, Lorraine. In my opinion this would be a poem well worth including in one of your poetry collections. Best wishes. Kevin
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Thankyou so much Kevin. Th at is a lovely thing tos say. I will certainly put it in. I never really know what is good and what is not. Your words are invaluable to me. Have a lovely Sunday, though I know nothing is open!
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You too, have a lovely Sunday Lorraine. Supermarket shopping will, I think be the highlight of my day, together with continuing to listen to a full length reading of Bram Stoker’s Dracula on my Amazon Echo.
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Oh gosh Kevin. You might need some of my fleas then to suck up some blood! Very Best Wishes to you my friend.
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A lovely read lorraine! ❤ ❤
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Sparse and beautiful!
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