Pantoum: Into the Night by Andrew Hide

Cool winds pass through the dull street-light,
dancing with the debris of day,
and I'll dance with them through the night,
to find fit words that I should say.

Dancng with the debris of day,
the hurting words we cried too loud,
to find fit words that I should say,
I failed to, and alas we rowed.

The hurting words we cried too loud,
cut deep this man as I stood tall,
I failed to and alas we rowed,
with words which brought about my fall.

Cut deep this man as I stood tall,
and staggered out into the night,
with words which brought about my fall,
wrapped round this chest binding too tight.

I staggered out into the night,
and I'll dance with them through the night,
wrapped round this chest binding too tight,
cold thoughts pass through the dull street-light.



Laura Persun