Things Not Yet Said


Things Not Yet Said

Hurried words

Break this silent reverie

Unheard before now

But still

I won’t remember them

The voices of unseen birds

Whisper to me

With their soothing song

These too

Are just a little indistinct

As time passes away

Those things

That are not yet said

Like shadows, become dragons

And now

They have taken me

To themselves

© Ann Bagnall 2013.

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