Will Vigar

poet. writer. imposter.

Lullaby

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The frenetic signal lost from Luxemburg

at 0045 hours nightly, gave me time

to retune the transistor radio to the long

wave, ghost whining of empty air.

 

White mono earphone crackling

as a warm and soothing treacle prayer

filled me with a languid, liquid lullaby

“Plymouth, Biscay, Finisterre…”

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