Harbour (written by Sarah Bennett)
That conversation,
A passing delight,
Was perhaps the final one –
The last of our joy.
The end met us,
As we walked to the harbour,
At which we never again set sail.
I created this as a blackout poem a number of years ago and thought it was time to bring it back. Unfortunately I don’t have a photo of the pages I used to make it – it was a cheap classic I finally admitted I would never read, and I assume never survived the several moves I’ve had since then.
Sarah xx
the softest words 