Rachel Flint

Rookie - 5 Points (15/7/88 / Leeds)

Memoir - Poem by Rachel Flint

I have fallen on a dinosaur’s back
I’ve brushed an eagle’s wings
I have glistened on a spider’s web
I’ve heard the nightingale when she sings

I was there at the flood
When the world was oh so new
I was there when the holy son died
Not daring to believe it’s true

I was cursed in Arnhem
They think I killed them,
In cold blood
But I was just mourning the nameless
God knows somebody should

I get praised in Africa
They sing with burning tongue
I send messages through the flood planes
Telling them their trials are done

I will tell you my story
And you may listen if you please
To the currents of the rivers
And the roaring of the seas

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, February 21, 2007

Poem Edited: Friday, January 21, 2011

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