Night it is the VeilA Poem by Andy Scotson
The night is dark, so dark
On my left a black border of trees Painted like a cut out card creating the edge of my scene To the right, a distant glow of some town or other where life is on going. Where Mary calls to Colin And John is making tea Where the striker scores a goal And the wife is called to see No lights but stars twinkling above Pinpricks of candlelight in the neverending sky An occasional helicopter or plane flies by - shooting stars on a set run Three lamps marking the A5 And I can hear nothing save the wind in the trees Cocooned in black With my face pressed against the veil. © 2013 Andy Scotson |
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Added on November 16, 2013 Last Updated on November 16, 2013 AuthorAndy ScotsonRugby, Northamptonshire, United KingdomAboutI am 51 and from Kilsby in Northampton . I write a lot of poetry , historical and rural and military . I am a transport planner for Tesco and I love my job . I am married to the wonderful Jeanette who.. more..Writing
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