Poem -
on a swing
in the night
in the park
on my own
in the dark
on a swing
creaking swing
childish swing
squeaking thing
icy hands
frosty breath
midnight hush
midnight death
in the breeze
on my own
gazing stars
all alone
all I am
all there be
nothing more
only me
M ~
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Love this! The rhythm of the words is perfectly timed in this 👌 poem. Life so often feels like this x
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Must agree with Tina here, the way this reads is like being on a swing. Lovely writing x
Thanks so much Gwen xx