Ian Armistead Poems

Ian Armistead Poems

1After Dark

Best Poem of Ian Armistead

After Dark
The creeping chill
but nothing lives
the air is still
nothing gives.

Old floral wreath
round stones decay
insipid colours
no life to say

The gravels crunch
but nothings there
gates are chained
no ones aware

That after all
have gone to sleep
behind closed . . .
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