Proud to feature in the Autumn issue of Bamboo Hut today!
a different song
at sunrise
start of spring
your laboured breath
the screech of an owl
at sunset
given the night
yet still the candle
flickers
the silent alley
a chill wind howls
through hollowness
dew drops drip
from the daffodil’s head
snow lines the shadows
another year
still you smile at me
from the frame
open door
wind chimes sing
in spring
sail boats bob
rippling starlight
darkness splashes
sunlit stream
the young pup runs
after his reflection
still snowing
I sink deeper
into silence
Rachel Sutcliffe
Bamboo Hut September 2016
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Thanks for the great feedback Mum!
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Congratulations. Some lovely descriptive and evocotive language.
I particularly like the one about the picture frame and the one about the Daffodils.
Mum x
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