Warrick Wynne’s Poetry Pages

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In the centre of the paddock is a large fire.
It is drizzling and the fire is orange.
The cows do not huddle around it.
They do not look at it.
At the centre of the flat field a fire,
the cold air pressing around it.
Someone has piled the wood on,
but they are gone.
And the cows are indifferent to the fire.
They graze all over the cold field.
There could be a tragedy on the field.
A manor could be burning.
A fire burns at the centre of their world,
and the cows are scattered like seeds.
But wait, it is not quite random.
No cow is near the fire.
No animal burns in the flames.


Written by warrick

December 24, 2007 at 4:28 pm

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