Night Patrol

Night Patrol short poem

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Night is cloaked beneath a shroud
As moon does slip behind a cloud
Camouflaged, his darkened face
Patrols the perimeters of the base

Laid low, like snake he slowly slivers
As cold night air does make him shiver
And yet a single bead of sweat
Reveals that he feels under threat

A sudden move, a shadow cast
No longer slow, he slithers fast
The crunch of foot upon the sand
He clasps his weapon tight in hand

He holds his breath, the footfalls near
Imprisoned in a cage of fear
His heart pounds hard, his mouth is dry
The boy inside him wants to cry

In the distance muffled words
Of language he has never heard
After time the voices fade
He moves from place where he was laid

Slowly he again does sliver
But now with fear his heart does shiver

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Fiona Jamieson

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Fiona Jamieson has been writing poetry since childhood and is currently embarking on her first published works. Her current work mixes mythology and fantasy, using the central character of the Goddess Isis. Her latest writing is around the Goddess 'search for wisdom' and we see her meeting some of the great minds of time. She considers the issues of knowledge and wisdom and the past and how this influences current thinking. She illustrates her own poetry. Fiona also writes war poetry.
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