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| by Rachael Hill |
Heavy quiet of the deep night
hangs
around me, do not disturb;
I
ease the wheels over the kerb,
gently
push into the streetlight’s
glow,
and go; fast wheels, cold hands tight
against
the steering wheel, I feel
like
a stolen moment, unreal
like
a blurred dream, and dark scatters
making
patterns with the splatters
of my headlights; I grip the wheel.
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MEET THE POET
Rachael Hill is a Manchester based poet and fiction writer, currently studying Creative Writing at Manchester Met. Her poetry has appeared in The Friends of the Dymock Poets Journal and Gloucestershire University's 2020 anthology, and been shortlisted for The Fish Poetry Prize. Her short fiction has appeared in Fresher Publishing's 2021 anthology, and been longlisted for The Alpine Fellowship Prize, The Bournemouth Writing Prize, and The Hastings Writers Room Short Story Prize. When not immersed in words she enjoys hiking, rock climbing, and exploring.
