Douglas Scotney

Gold Star - 35,839 Points (boomer / Toowoomba, Queensland, Australia. Resides in Adelaide)

My Dear Interrogates The Sun - Poem by Douglas Scotney

'What did you hear late that day? '

'Listen. I was finishing my shift
lighting up cloth and curtain
careful as candlelight,
and hi-liting white sculpture
in backyard bushes
and white homes at the end of town.
Light is what I do my dear.
I do nothing to do with ear.'

Topic(s) of this poem: sun


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 7, 2016



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