Poetry Corner

Reclaim the night

  

 She came in peace to reclaim the night,
 with her sisters, a candle and a thimble of hope,
 which wept itself out under flashing blue lights. 
  
 Held down on the tarmac by a friendly policeman
 she sees from the gutter an opulence of coppers,
 all suddenly keen to see streets safe at night. 

Harry Gallagher

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