Trafika Europe 9/10 - UK in Europe

nine poems

Beneath A CityWith No Stars

Valley of sunburnt overripe blackberries a black cross flapping where flat tree tops are accurately trimmed; All I could hear was the sound of an ocean breathing out nothing breathing in.

If I’m ever to see these stars in a night sky as they truly should be seen; I’d stand hear at these cliff-tops breathing in the drifting salt drops, staring into this majesty of light. Yet in my cityscape I can’t see these stars shining like chariots carrying angels across yellow moons.

The light has dimmed in my city like curtains drawn on a bright afternoon, with the occasional peep of daylight.

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