Poem of the day – Pressed Down

Pressed Down


Tread broken path

Crushed in baskets

Charcoal fire burning


Pots sell on pavements

A sign of danger


A silver winged shadow

Just waiting to swallow

Drift in and out

The wind of a whistle

Chirp in tune with chalk

White walled madness

Cracked by the wind


Beaten by crashing waves of sea


Do the best thing for quiet

Calm and rest


Chase the demon

Flag down the galleon

To sail into a distant ocean


The horizon beginning

Speak of sleep

Lay down with reason



August 24th 2016

Patrick Turner-Lee Copyright 2016

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