Wednesday, 24 April 2013


A dog barks into the stillness,
the hollow rasp of its voice
like the unsheathing of blades.
Cold iron slicing across the flesh of dawn.

1 comment:

  1. Such intense words. I know how agitating it can be to be awakened by a barking dog outside. The image you paint is one of a snarling ferocious dog. Scary.