The Linnet's Wings The Sorrow - Page 91

1918-2018 Holloway Down in the dark and stink waiting for the order to go over I’m suddenly home the trench a sunken path we used to follow where the trees joined hands to dance above our heads sky dappled and shady, almost hidden and silent but for rustlings of wings and small pattered feet I’d know every turn and tilt even in moonlight know when the way sloped down into the valley bed and I was safe though it travelled on without me snug-roofed as a nest, strange and lonely - Pippa Little 2018 91