Best Sheffield Poems

Made in Sheffield by Steven Cooke

Its Early Morning, a mist descends into the valley.
Not a Mist, from some love poem, but a fog forged in graft.
No sun shines here, for there is no welcome.
For here lies the Crucible of the World,
No bird song, only furnace...

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On misty road
Not quite yet dark

The landscape growls
No warning bark

Be vigilant
As hidden here

Inside your mind
Uncaptured fear

They roam outside
To trap, ensnare

Grey blanket hides
The monsters there

The causeway twists
Into the clouds

Boundaries draped
In vapour shrouds

Blink too long
In hypnotic mist

Mistakes will spiral
Into it's dark abyss

Already giants
Peer from the grey

Entice you...

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