Sally Plumb Plumb

Silver Star - 3,470 Points (23 9 1940 / Haverhill Suffolk England)

Night Bird - Poem by Sally Plumb Plumb

I sleep the sleep
of midnight,
dark and deep.

The clocks strikes speak...
and chimes of excitement
I do not hear,
spears the owls ear
with vigour.

It floats as a ghost
on earthly prowl,
and me, destined
to dream alone
steals its position
in the night
and flys
with the moon
on my wing.

Comments about Night Bird by Sally Plumb Plumb

  • V P Mahur (4/1/2014 2:09:00 PM)

    Dear Sally,
    Nice one this poem. Short and effective.
    Thanks for your comments.
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  • Mac Adrone Adonay (2/11/2014 5:52:00 AM)

    Flies (not flys) .. Nice message in this poem. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, February 7, 2014

Poem Edited: Friday, February 7, 2014

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