Tuesday, 15 October 2013

Between 6AM and seven: a poem

Between 6AM and seven. 

For one moment

(and maybe more than one)

everything — the potential — is yours.

The Emperor of dreams, fading

the King of silence, preceding

a Prince of darkness, diminishing

the Lord of birds, awakening

a Knight of day, dawning

squire of a squirrel, enquiring

scullion, cook, fast-breaking

your humble servant, counting


and lightening the hour.


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