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Paul Waring: a poem

Out There

northwest of nowhere

awake in the moonless hour

night hands back silence

chaffinch and blackbird

flute arpeggio colours

you statue-still

fantastic happens

once you have wings

imagine we could

swan away weightless

rove lakes

and why not

paint shadows

the length of perfumed poplar

van Gogh avenues

be box office autumn

out there

our leaves the last to drop

curled into smiles

that are certain

if it's not too much to ask

I'd settle for that

Paul Waring is a retired clinical psychologist from Wirral. His poetry is published in Prole, Atrium, Strix, Ink, Sweat & Tears, London Grip and elsewhere. Awarded second prize in the 2019 Yaffle Prize, commended in the 2019 Welshpool Poetry Competition, his debut pamphlet Quotidian is published by Yaffle Press.

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