Showdown - a poem to read at the crack of dawn


Showdown: Art by Aimee Lister

Close by, the chorus mounts its call:

the song thrush sings a phrase,

the goldfinch trills its light and airy song.

The nuthatch twitters, the chaffinch chatters;

the crowd awaits the sun.

Far off, the church bells peal to mark

the coming of the daily row:

the dawn will fight the ageing twilight gloom.

The sunlight glitters, the darkness scatters;

the day will break again.



By Creative Editor Emma Turner


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