Will Vigar

a writer of sorts

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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This entry was posted on February 24, 2018 by in Poem, poem of the day, Poetry, Will Vigar and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , .

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