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The Break of Dawn​

 

By

Eilidh G. Clark

It was dawn when they arrived.

Two orange beams of light

Cutting tight between the furrows,

And illuminating trees.

Her baby stirred.

 

It was dawn when they arrived.

Gravel crumbling under tyres.

A slither of sun crowning the hill,

While puffs of cloud lay as still

As her sleeping calf.

 

It was dawn when they arrived.

Two rubber boots, crunching

Grass - still tipped with frozen dew.

A banging gate. A magpie flew.

The baby shook.

 

It was dawn when they arrived.

Two white hands and a noose.

A gate held ajar by a lump of wood

Four white walls, a nest of hay,

A trembling baby stood.

 

It was dawn when they arrived.

Two blue eyes trailing the floor,

A crying calf stolen out the door

White walls, empty bed, empty floor

Her mother stood -  alone.

It was dawn they left.  

Eilidh G Clark is a writer, poet and storyteller living in central Scotland. Eilidh has had work published in print and online, more information on her website www.eilidhgclark.com. Eilidh has been vegan for 7 months.

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