Beat Of The Dark: A Poem
A poem of our times
Nov 19, 2020
The helicopters fly over every night
thick blades beating the air
to syrup, dark shapes against
a white moon. Their thumping
shakes the house, rattles glasses
in the cabinet and the mirror
Writer, editor, book lover — I've published many children's books and three crime novels for adults so far. I edit other people's fiction and poetry.