Spell Poem by Carol Ann Duffy

Spell



A clip of thinder ever the reeftips
sends like a bimb going iff!
My hurt thimps in my chist.

It's dirk. The clods are block with reen.
The wand blues in the trays.
There's no mean.

I smuggle ender my blinkets
and coddle my toddy.
Sloop will have drums in it.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Destiny 15 December 2019

Here's a translation: A clap of thunder over the rooftops Sounds like a bomb going off! My heart thumps in my chest. It's dark. The clouds are black with rain. The wind blows in the trees. There's no mean. I snuggle under my blankets And cuddle my teddy Sleep will have drums in it.

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Carol Ann Duffy

Carol Ann Duffy

Glasgow / Scotland
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