Place of BirthA Poem by Thomas Emile Vaughen
Your place of birth
By the mouth of a mighty, grey river Meandering on and out Forever Tides till the solemn fields, feeding and frothing Never stopping No one; no how A sobering solidity that could be suffocating If it weren't for family fires Friendly burning in safety Against the black night and the cold, cold waters
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Added on January 27, 2019 Last Updated on January 27, 2019 AuthorThomas Emile VaughenFloating around the north of England, United KingdomAboutSometimes I make myself a coffee, pop on the internet and write stuff. Read at your *peril*. Can be found on Substack [https://thomasemilevaughen.substack.com] or Bluesky [@cperil.bsky.soci.. more.. |

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