calliope, calliope 2018

dynamite – another poem

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by debraath

Dynamite, a small explosion,
brought me to my senses.
Looking all around,
I saw a few broken things (including fences).
My heart pounded with fear
and I squinted far into the distance.
I could see a shadow,
questioning its existence.
Then I realised,
what had happened to me.
Suddenly, the ground beneath,
gave way unexpectedly.
I woke up and gave a loud shrill,
and stared at the windowsill.

 

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