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( votes)The Gloaming
written by: Anne G
@TheInkTruth
In the gloaming
I did sit
unperceived
absorbed
in thought
Dusk's
descending
misty veil
creatures stir
life prevails
Throughout
the ink-stained
shadowy night
tortured images
rise and fall
Betwixt between
the undergrowth
hoots and howls
the wild
calls
Unfinished...
Anne G
JUNE 2016 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
Why write?
I write because I am:
Driven to distraction by the inequities of the society in which we live.
Motivated by cruelty, abuse, ignorance and indifference.
My intention: To poke, prod and provoke!
"Moderation is a fatal thing. Nothing succeeds like excess." - Oscar Wilde
I write because I am:
Driven to distraction by the inequities of the society in which we live.
Motivated by cruelty, abuse, ignorance and indifference.
My intention: To poke, prod and provoke!
"Moderation is a fatal thing. Nothing succeeds like excess." - Oscar Wilde
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