Dear All
Just joined you again.Comments please. (The last line of each stanza is
supposed to be indented, as in stanza 3)
BW
Christine
Curtains
Tear back the curtains,
roll up the blinds,
let in the light:
there'll be precious little soon.
Let in the light
beneath the roller and the roman;
there's only a little now:
leaves rattle in the drains.
Roll down the blinds,
time's shadow drowns the sun,
leaden evenings edged with spite.
Quick, close the curtains.
There'll be precious little then
under cataracts of cloud
to keep out the cold,
face down the orange moon.
chrisbousfield October 2002
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