The Angels - Poem by Lyndsay Ayliffe
Angels are angelic
Not all angels though – some are fearful
“Don’t blink” he says “Don’t blink”
The weeping angels are near me
Surrounding me are statues, concrete angels
Their hands are covering their face
Why don’t they want to be seen?
Who are they hiding from?
In the back of my mind I keep on hearing “Don’t blink”
Angels are usually a sign of love and peace
But these weeping angels are certainly not
Stone cold, I touch them and stare
I blink and I’m gone.
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