The Setting

This poem was recently published in The Grimsby Telegraph. Enjoy.

The Setting

It started with a splitting, and the greyness
of rock surrounding the atmosphere.
Tiny sparkles flicked onto the ground,
Sound by sound.
It finished with a movement, and the pools of
Hope lying still upon the floor.
Tiny whispers into the air,
Of proof a warming can not bare.
It lasted for a sunrise, with smiling faces
Pacing greedily into the dark circles.
Notes gone soggy, cannot be spent,
It will, come again.

Copyright Boneata Bell July 2011 06/07/2011

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