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A Scaffold Sonnet

There’s a surfeit.

A terrible state

In this my battle:

Rest, not agitate.

What times these?

As empty, it seems

As a heart troubled

With bitter dream

Covid – the trauma

Has struck today

It stole the task

With which I stay

Strong, despite

The fear at night

By Iain Gilmour


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