Longlisted Poem 2014

Miriam Connors

Dame Alice Owens School, Hertfordshire

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These things are not for us to think.
This night, stars squeak in the sky,
Gutters are filled with black and
Fields of darkness leave us unleashed.
Our voice in the furnace, coals cough blue
As sirens yowl in the street.
We fetch the words. I don’t know what they mean
But we don’t bury them like bones –
We’ll keep them seething and splitting open the air.
We’ll let them run like lights turned on by darkness
Till the man comes out brandishing the lead
And drags me in by the neck.
© Miriam Connors

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  • Date February 10, 2015
  • Tags 2014 News - Longlisted Poems