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CURFEW 49

Updated: Sep 25, 2020

DAY 49 – Sept 20 last of winter home fires burning curfew meant no free press cast adrift in cafes forced to pay to get grubby with the black and white needed to ignite the kindling on this brisk night while spring is dwindling into my least favourite season I’ll build a pyre of COVID headlines culled from rags herald sun australian even shreds of age scrunch tight balls of muckraking and scuttlebutt scaremongering and thuggery of these last hard months of bitter news I’ll strike a light and cast a cleansing spell inside the grate watch golden flames lick higher through the night who’d’a thought that bullshit burnt so bright.



See also poems read out loud at https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC9uLwxslE_VQ-fu-Dw6gdIA/playlists

My book of poems, A Day At A Time In Rhyme (Littlefox Press) can be found here: https://www.amazon.com.au/Day-At-Time-Rhyme/dp/0648083861/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=A+Day+At+A+Time+In+Rhyme+Jane+Clifton&qid=1572053238&sr=8-1

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