Rounders in the Dark
The circle shrinks
as players one by one
are summoned by a shout;
till in the gloaming none remains
to catch the whisper of a spinning ball
or breathless voices calling Out.
Eleanor Livingstone
The circle shrinks
as players one by one
are summoned by a shout;
till in the gloaming none remains
to catch the whisper of a spinning ball
or breathless voices calling Out.
from The Last King of Fife (HappenStance, 2005)
Reproduced by permission of the author.
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