This is my resolution for 2011 - to post a poem on here every day. I'm not saying it's the next Shakespeare. It's just me. I take no credit for most pictures featured unless they're the ones from my own camera.
Friday, 4 February 2011
Haunting Echo
It blows through the trees
leaves hit against
one another
like an old man
clearing his throat
It travels down chimneys
echoing a dark tunnel
filling the lounge
with a haunting
whistle.
It's invisible fingers
run through the streets
pulling down paper
tugging at hair.
Following you
everywhere.
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