Showing posts with label Curlew. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Curlew. Show all posts

Thursday 12 August 2021

That Cry in the Night

                                 That cry in the night

                                 can be a train whistle,

                                 an owl,

                                 or curlew

                                 flying inland in the evening –

                                 the meaning is always the same;

                                 a door swings open

                                 and lets the cold wind in.

Found poem                  
from prose (page 17)                  
The Waiting Game                  
a perfect novel by                  
Kate Christie (1962)                  
                                         


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