Ides of MorningA Poem by Alice AriesLast Wednesday, I attended the Creative & Cultural Skills Scotland conference and read some material I prepared on the day.The first frost raps the window pain like A shaft, so gentle in its yearning crafts Alas it seems again the ides of What darkness clogs the veins Maybe it’s a sickness There’s no time to rest
that have forgotten how to glow
but I won’t let them flow Nor into the vacant hole My art never sleeps My art never sleeps © 2013 Alice AriesAuthor's Note
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Added on December 9, 2013Last Updated on December 9, 2013 Tags: poem, poetry, writing, creative writing, creativity, edinburgh, creativescotland, publicspeaking AuthorAlice AriesGlasgow, Glasgow (City of), United KingdomAboutI have always harboured a love for writing; though for me it has, until now, been on a personal basis. Now I find myself studying creative writing and grasping hope of a career in this wide, weird and.. more..Writing
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