Regression
written by: Robin McNamara
@thewindingroad1
Here comes the rain
with evening darkness
in creeps the night
with a malevolent eye.
How long will remain
of day’s brightness
before the crow’s flight
in clouds, oh I die
And fall to ground
like stones of hail,
apricity of the Sun
so fleeting, ah yes.
Distressed sounds
of wings, oh so frail
lies become undone,
Ah now, I will regress.
APRIL 2021 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
Robin McNamara is a widely published poet from Ireland. His debut pamphlet, Under a Mind’s Staircase was published with Hedgehog Poetry Press (2021). Nominated for the Pushcart Prize for ‘Apple Picking Season’ from Under a Mind’s Staircase.
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