A New Metre: Poetry Archive

“. . . written with a pen of iron, and with the point of a diamond . . .” —Jeremiah 17:1

Quietly

Quietly
I hear
nothing.
I prick my ears,
but silence
is all that fills the wind;
and
(a silent flap of wing)
an owl.

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