All through the night

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All through the night the voices spoke

and the pictures jittered past like images

trying to escape from ancient celluloid.

All through the night the sky was dark

with here and there a star

where wind had scraped the cloud away.

All night.

And when the dark began to fade

the voices silenced and the film run down

nothing had changed.

Nightingale’s furious tireless song

swept through the emptiness

bridging yesterday and all the todays

and tomorrows that are left

with a thread as tenuous

as unwritten verse.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

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