Dawn
Okay, so I just stumbled across this poem I wrote and despite the fact that English has always been my favourite subject I have always dreaded writing poetry on account of the fact that I suck and it, I just don’t get it… Anyway despite being rubbish at poetry I kinda like this short poem I wrote. (It’s called Dawn hence the tittle of this post)
Dawn, masked in snow,
presses, swirls up bare stone steps,
thick waters.
The rising sun is reflected.
No sound to be heard,
in the silence unseen.
It sounds all deep and stuff doesn’t it! :)
