After some careful consideration, I decided I needed a new home for my work, something a little quieter, a little bit more familiar and if I'm being honest, cheaper. So, here it is "A Quiet Word". My last website, professional as it was, felt a little cold and flat, so this year, I want to bring my blog to life with all sorts of creative endeavours as well as new writing, challenges, book recommendations and whatever else happens organically. Please, if you happen to visit my home, say hello. there's a comment box at the bottom.
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It was dawn when they arrived. Two orange beams of light Cutting tight between the lines of furrows, And illuminating trees.
Her baby stirred.
It was dawn when they arrived. Gravel crumbling under tyres. A slither of sun crowning the hill, And puffs of cloud lay as still
As her sleeping calf.
It was dawn when they arrived. Two brown rubber boots crunching On grass, still tipped with frozen dew. A banging gate. A magpie flew. The baby shook.
It was dawn when they arrived. Two white hands and a noose. A gate held ajar by a damp lump of wood Four white walls, a nest of hay, A trembling baby stood.
It was dawn when they arrived. Two blue eyes trailing the floor, Stealing her crying calf out of the door White walls, empty bed, empty floor Her mother stood - alone.
It was dawn they left. Published by Veggie Wagon Journal