Gloomsday
Night never rose today
Seal grey fog stayed leaden stable.
No substance makes no shadow.
Dank medieval fenland
Hereward awoke querulous
looked out and went back to bed.
All was wail and screech in the marsh,
water-coloured pitch dispersed
left smudges on green mantles
invisible coded inkstains
lit by enfeebled
disconsolate torch fires
floodlit groaning Ely
hill fort candlemas
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