Today’s choice
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Nick Allen
some fall
(inspired by a Radio 4 Tweet of the Day)
she told me about the still hours
spent at the coast watching the east
until finally a spume of feather blood
and effort rises and approaches
blackbirds and fieldfares a gaunt
line starving across the sea
looking to roost some fly lower
the weak and the old and some fall
Nick Allen is a poet and Trade Union activist, resident in Weest Yorkshire. He has published four pamphlets and one collection of poetry. His poems have appeared in anthologies and been placed in several competitions.
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