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Broken by Robyn Archer

In 100 Poems, poetry on February 14, 2009 at 12:17 am

Title: Broken
Author: Robyn Archer
Number: 57/100
Allocated postcode: EH8

Broken

They say I learned late to read maps,
Longitudes, latitudes,
And then I was gone
Without a voice to say
I’m sorry.

In a year of silver living,
I found my succor in the heather
Where I was lost and liked to be.
Once, I sat until a man was
Carried down The Seat, broken.
I walked at night with unsure hands,
Once in a dream,
And four times in the haar.

Another man was carried down, broken
And I left that place.
I left my home
For my home.

Men come down from mountains,
And all are broken.

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