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Local Poetry

Portent 1914  By Sandré Clays

It wasn't a bird, it wasn't a plane.
It wasn't an airship,
or a German zeppelin.
It wasn't a spaceship
with little green men
('Greys' they call them

It wasn't Superwoman,
or Superclog.
It wasn't an angel.
It wasn't God.

Across the sky
flaring yellow and blue
it flew on
then ignited
though it wasn't a bomb

Arriving when it did
like a harbinger of war
on the field
at Appley Bridge
a meteor.