When cold February came
She woke on dark mornings
Overtaken by black thoughts
And pulses of fear
Then light from a single incandescent bulb brought the day
But looking back into the mist of just waking
There was a clear prehistoric dawn rising
And ancestors vulnerable in the dark
Waiting for the light
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Author:
Lorna (
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True Lorna, but we've come a long way from those prehistoric dawns. Excellent write as always.
Have we AP? One storm and we're right back in front of the fireplace! ha ha...... I escaped though - kept electric..... found out that most of Newtown lost it! How lucky am I!
Well I'm glad you were able to keep your electric on. Enjoy your evening Lorna.
Still a few prehistoric dawns in our house 0 fine work Lorna.
Thanks Michael - we're going back to "dark dawns" tomorrow as Daylight Savings kicks in.......
We got 'dark dawns' in UK in 2 weeks time!
Nice write:)
Lorna,
Great piece, and I love candle-light, if a power-cut occurs. 🙂
Michael
Yes! But not the cold with no heat!!!!!
We're going through this prehistoric dawn right now in Puerto Rico. Thanks for the fine write.
Yes our hearts go out to everyone there..... I don't know how they can be coping........
That light will always be there to take away the dark of the night.
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