Poembreak

At dawn the page opens

misty white and obscuring.

The poet emerges

from the darkness of GCHQ.

Swirling  thought

begins the mist’s demise

and the phantoms of poetry

plagiarise memories.

Minutes begin their infilling pastels

and revealing shadows;

the joining of dots

and decoding of cypher.

Slowly the day rises

in versifying colour.

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One comment on “Poembreak

  1. Love the wordplay with daybreak and poem break.

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