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Sirens
Shrill, earsplitting
Wailing down the high road
I miss the sound of Hampshire, miss
Birdsong
Sunday 5 April 2015
Day 5: Sirens
Today's prompt was to rework an Emily Dickinson poem. After an afternoon spent staring at various of her poems, including several about birds, no inspiration struck. They did make me think about birds though, and how much I miss seeing them when I'm in London. I'm at my parents in Hampshire for Easter, and so I wrote this overly sentimental, but earnestly felt cinquain. - Katie
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