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Saturday, 3 August 2019

Love Song by Sinéad Morrissey

I see light everywhere
Over the bus driver the woman
With her trolley in the street
I see dusk

I hear the clock at four
I hear the silence in cupboards
Birdsong
Backwater dawn

I taste drier than flour

I smell the roots of trees
Before I see their arms
Shrieking
On the skyline

I feel diamonds pushed into
The bloodstream
Self-generated, a gift,
Making for the head I feel my head

Thrust into
A bucketful of stars
And all my senses
Singing.

From: https://wfupress.wfu.edu/poem-of-the-week/poem-of-the-week-4/

Date: 2011

By: Sinéad Morrissey (1972- )

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