November 30

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A flat five, the coldest night
and in the black beyond

the house, three owls.
Is there a reward

for hope?
Or is necessity

a mother?
I do like the answer,

here, have an owl,
have owls, have

stars, have cold air
to see your breath,

it’s not much
but it is everything.

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10 Comments

  1. This is lovely, and I love the way the speaker comes into it – mid-poem, a casual theatre-goer admiring the way the effect is achieved.

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    • Thank you for your kind words — if you replace theatre-goer with poet, a fairly apt description of my usual writing process :p

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