Hare’s death

I remember death

The hounding of life; 

the moving into stillness

The pounding presence 

of reality 

Then the;

quite in the stillness 

The ringing of ears

The fill of anxiety;

the hack of the flesh

The dripping of time 

congealed in my blood

◄ The Bittern



Mon 30th Mar 2020 20:39

Thank you for your comments Martin, much appreciate. Thanks Keith and Damon for the likes.

All the best des

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Martin Elder

Sun 29th Mar 2020 21:34

This has a wonderful rhythm to it as well being well written

Nice one

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