Will Vigar

A Writer of Sorts

Lullaby

downloadThe frenetic signal lost from Luxembourg

at 0045 hours nightly, gave me time

to retune the transistor to the long

wave, ghost whining of empty air.

 

White mono earphone crackling

as a warm and soothing treacle prayer

sounded; a languid, liquid lullaby

“Plymouth, Biscay, Finisterre…”

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This entry was posted on September 5, 2017 by in Poem, poem of the day, Poetry, Will Vigar and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , .
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