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The Curlews Cry


Annie Firth

an eon.
I took my shadows for a walk.
They dragged my memories behind them,
weighed down with stones.

I followed the tide out,
the wind pushed me on.
The waves breathed for me.
The curlews cried for me.
The terns feared for me.

Sand fell through the hourglass.
In the violet hour,
I opened my chest,
and screamed.

Annie started writing in lockdown in May 2020 to escape from her city flat to wider horizons. She often writes about the impact of nature on humanity, and how the two interact.

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