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Sally Douglas, Exeter

3rd prize: Open Poetry
Poems on the Move & Poems on the Buses Exhibitions


Granny said the heavens would open at five so I stayed outside, waiting for angels: fixing my eyes on the grey vault of sky, burning inside with the strangeness. The heavens bulged darker and darker. The air grew too solid to breathe – and the angels fell like watery swords; with shining blades they pierced my skin. Rivers of angels inside my head, washing me out, washing something else in.