Poem#14 Nights Lately

In the early hours I looked out my window,

the ink black sea, the sky crowded with stars.

The glow of the Mother Ship was coming through

the harbour mouth.

I knew it because for seven nights the sound like

trucks had filled my ears. Neighbours have said

they were for the slurry, exposed by the extreme low

spring tide but I knew it was a gathering of specimens,

of humans, chosen to be taken and observed.

The Mother Ship was to fetch them all.

I left my window. I would have peace now.

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Author: chrissiemorrisbrady

I've read poetry since I was nine and have written creatively since I was fourteen (probably long before that). After writing book reviews and social comment, I decided I wanted to write poetry. I have no formal training, but I surround myself with poets and their writing. I am honing my craft. I have two published collections which I don't feel good about, but have been published by madswirl.com and other publications. I live on the south coast of England with my daughter. I am seriously ill.

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