Something Was Amiss…
A reticence was detected
In the sultry stillness
Of the glade,
Its hulking trees offering
Only partial shade;
A wren darted onto an old plastic kitchen bowl
And flicked at water, dark…
But there was a tension reflected
In the shifty awareness
Brocks displayed:
Their sullen demeanour, harbouring
An edginess, frayed,
Upon faces white as snow and black like coal,
Their fallibility raw and stark…
Pete Ray
20th July 2021
19th July, around 8.30pm and there was hesitation amongst the cete…
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