'This the place where life begins, angels enter the soul.' Photo: Vanessa Bucceri on Unsplash
Games at dawn
Poem by Roger Iredale
Children are the throats of blackbirds
easing laughter out of half-light. Dawn
raises curtains and the play begins. Trains
emerge from skirting-boards, dinosaurs
bark circles on the rug, while an army
racks the carpet with its tiny dead.