Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Mar 13
Under a mile of sky
After the singing storm
We listened for its trembling
High above in the Lime
Creaking it sung of a drowned
old oak gate left unhinged
Lie still with me through
This winged cloaked eye
For that you are stuck here
In my throat cut above a slaughtered
floor and common cart
that rings it’s bell.Β Β 
Far away when near.
#sat here in Llanfrecfa church the day after Storm Gareth battered the air I breath.
Peter J
Written by
Peter J  M/Wales
Please log in to view and add comments on poems