Power lines
A milky grey sky and the power lines are empty. The swallows are gone. I walk by where you used to live, see windows all boarded up. No text, no call, no visit. Unfriended, blocked. The last echo of a whisper shivers. Ghosted.
Bio:
Doryn Herbst, a former water industry scientist in Wales, now lives in Germany and is a deputy local councillor. Her writing considers the natural world but also themes which address social issues.
Doryn has poetry in Fahmidan Journal, CERASUS Magazine, Fenland Poetry Journal, celestite poetry, Poems from the Heron Clan and more.
She is a reviewer at Consilience science poetry.
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