A poem that was unsuccessful in the Prole Laureate Poetry Competition 2016: Last night I watched Frayed threads of day Unravel in dusk, Filling the vast sky With clouds And silhouettes Of trees and birds, Tearing asunder An unseen seam Where day’s glowing coin Slid into the slot of night. A final fanfare of […]
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