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Writing -
Poetry
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Contributor: Carmel Gibbons
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Monday, 04 January 2010 18:22 |
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You arrived like a bolt
After weeks of rain
And blurred, dark journeys
Heavy days sliding into night
Crossing dark hills on wet silver roads
Your cold sharp edges slightly shocking
A sunrise over a motorway
Somewhere near Wigan
A wide vista framed by pylons
Huge creatures blinking in the dazzling light
The crescent moon curved crisply in the pale sky
Her lips pursed upwards towards the frosty earth
And time itself slowed down
The moments beating slowly
Towards the turn of the year
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