• barrywthall

Poems from 'Transcapes' Backwater

Updated: Jun 28


In here,

Air is cooled

And slung across branches

In damp, still sheets.

Then, light is shredded

To useless fragments and cast

So fine, it barely affects

The deep glassy pools

And raw black corners.

Finally, sounds are caught

And squeezed to thin

Muffled squeaks, or

Further still,

To silence.

(c) Barry Hall

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