Later, so
2007, early autumn.
By Conor DarrallPublished 11 months ago • Updated 11 months ago • 1 min read
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"Find me, find me,”
I heard upon the
wind. That voice from
some drunk night smoking
corner, that nook of
fearsweat and flirtation as
Chad and Brantley and
Alexander hurried onward clutching
‘Property Law’ to heart,
and we spouted nonsense.
“Find me” it said,
fifteen years later, so
it did.
About the Creator
Conor Darrall
Short stories, poetry and some burble . Irish traditional musician, medieval swords guy, draoi and strange egg. Bipolar/ADD/CPTSD/Brain Damage. Currently querying my novel 'The Forgotten 47' - @conordarrall / www.conordarrall.com
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Comments (6)
Only you can write a poem with "property law" in it and still have it take my breath away with the rhythm. 10/10
Magnificent love poem!!!
Impressive work to capture a narrative and deliver an emotional impact in a 50 word poem! Very well done, Conor!
So brilliant ♦️🏆♦️❤️
You're back! Great to see you writing here again. I hope you enter that historical fiction coming up. I think you could do it brilliantly.
Great work…