Sunday, 27 February 2011

Day 08 – A moment, in great detail

I have no idea how to answer this so here is a poem I wrote for my experimental writing class. I don't know if it's very experimental or very good. Poetry baffles me usually.


after the church bells ring
bags are quickly packed
a man watches his garden
last orders are called

after the church bells ring
a woman rings a taxi
moonlight plays tricks
vomit hits the cobbles

after the church bells ring
a train journey, away
a glimpse of the past
a sight into the future

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