The celebration of day
Is over, the sun is all poured out.
Morning and afternoon are cleared
And busyness stacked away.
Moments swept into small heaps;
Memories to be sifted and sorted another time.
Only a bunting of bats
Are left out, ready
To twist and sew stars
Into the night.
Eve Jackson, Freshwater, Isle of Wight
Writes Daily Echo poet-in-residence Polly Clark: "This poem has a wonderful simplicity about it, and manages to be both vivid and uplifting.
You can e-mail Polly on polly.clark@soton-echo.co.uk
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