1st Of July ( A Poem For Everyday In July)

I’ve decided I want to produce a poem for everyday in July in an aim to write more. Hope you enjoy.

 

1st Of July

I walked the paths of the Glen at three o’clock

Through the shadows of the trees.

Up towards the towers of the abbey

And the tired Cobbled streets.

 

I’m becoming a woman

I feel it in my bones.

The gnawing fear.

The mission of self-preservation from the sharp edged cold.

The constant battle for survival that haunts the old.

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