Trafika Europe 9/10 - UK in Europe

Diana Sanders

falling I

from the top of the hill i jump out of myself and into mist which gives way in silver folds i pass the jackdaw who croaks a laughing hello i weep at a clouds edge as I see the wild cat scurrying out of existence i watch blind children gutter from a war that rages and yet there is such a beauty in this place that it could tear my heart in two

II

under normal circumstances the stone lies mute like a curled swan but in days and nights of extremes what is outside is reflected inside and it writhes screams and pounds at the threshold

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