Friday, 26 September 2014

A Morning Song



A low voice made of white stone
sends draughty words
through a corridor with a high ceiling.

A song of dust, granite and mice –
the first frosts of winter.

3 comments:

  1. Thank you William. Thank you Red.

    Really good to hear from two very fine writers on the same day.

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