21/03/2024
โจ๐ On ๐๐ฐ๐ณ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐๐ฐ๐ฆ๐ต๐ณ๐บ ๐๐ข๐บ, we're thrilled to unveil a poem, '8.30 am,' penned by a talented member Danny Rivers from Roundel Tonbridge. โจ
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between paragraphs,
black coffee bites
in to the cool of the morning.
up and down the hill
traffic seethes,
with a hay fevery wheeze,
school buses sneeze to a standstill.
a white cat bobs through uncut grass
predatory magpies are on their marks
- the English garden version of sharks -
to the constant drone of the bypass
someone is sawing
someone is bawling
someone is
skateboarding
thin summer clouds still screen the sun
-a promise of the heat to come-
children alight, break into a run,
and, with the whirling swoosh of a siren
sweeping me into this maelstrom,
one more gulp and
Iโm gone.
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