Nocturne
By Ewan
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At night,
on the streets
punctuated by sirens
far from sea-frothed rocks,
blue lights puncture the dark.
Nightlife
on the street,
complicated by winter
cold as ice-trimmed pavements,
goes on outside the lines.
Lifetimes
in the street,
interrupted by police cells
warmer than cast-off blankets,
fall deep between the cracks.
Time’s map
of the streets,
forgetting all the alleys
reached by nameless snickets,
shows just another town.
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Brilliantly written, quietly
Brilliantly written, quietly powerful, love this one. Rachel :)
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This is moodily atmospheric
This is moodily atmospheric in a way I really enjoyed. There's an edge to things here, a rawness.
I also nice to know that it's a 'snicket' where you're from! It's a 'jitty' or 'twitchell' back in my neck of the woods. This word seems to have as many variants across the country as the names for a bread roll.
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Good one Ewan
I like the way it conveys a sense of struggle with a handful of sharp images.
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