Very Bad Poetry

Leaves blow in the open door
drift and scrape across the floor
The room is getting cold.

And from the sky an engine sound
Speaks harmonies that can't be found
Of grey horizons torn apart

Within the doorway safely stand
A memory has no place to land
There's no need now to understand
The autumn night breathes softly

And from the house a yellow light
Spreads a haze into a night
That hovers on the edge of flight
I saw a shadow walk alone.

Ebony Benson has published another poem since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of Ebony's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Ebony's latest works: