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Swaddled in a grey woollen scarf Soft rain falling gently on your face. Crows CACKLING in the trees overhead Tipping leaves, laden with droplets, DRIPPING like heavy tears, SMACKING the concrete path below. You sigh as you draw close to me FLICK your cigarette, take a draw. Hands trembling, you open the car door The CLUNK of metal breaks the hush. A train RUMBLES in the distance. The scent of your chanel perfume OOZES into the frost chilled car. Outside a gaggle of nurses CHATTER and FIZZ after work. I turn to you and MURMER , Fumbling for words like a fool, You WHISPER clasping your hand round mine, “ I’ll be alright - the tumours benign.” Onomatopoeia Poetry Contest Sponsor - Emile Pinet