Thursday, June 15, 2023

New Poetry by Jason Beale










Embers

The lights are changing  
green to red, the sun  
is clean upon the ground; 

the passengers wait 
with empty thoughts 
for the day to end. 

No chapel has such  
stillness found, a prayer  
before the embers spread; 

and then as shadows start 
to grow, a fearful noise — 
like thunder — falls.
 

- © Jason Beale 2023


Jason Beale is a writer from Melbourne whose poems have previously appeared in a number of journals and anthologies. His chapbook Be Quiet About Love is published in Picaro Poets by Ginninderra Press.

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