Games at dawn

Poem by Roger Iredale

'This the place where life begins, angels enter the soul.' | Photo: Vanessa Bucceri on Unsplash

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.

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