Daddy long legs, press
on ahead now. Skip.
Made of sheets, rice ones
with free, spitfire wings.
Here comes light, roaring
with young rocks, all clumped.
The Earth awakes now.
Jagged and knotted.
Life opens. Kisses.
The worth of days trill.
Your spindly scuttles
enhance a mountain.
Entering the metal-walled room felt like passing through to another world - it felt unearthly. High-pitched beeps were inaudible. They...
New poem accepted by Culture Matters: https://culturematters.org.uk/index.php/arts/poetry/item/4595-1978?fbclid=IwZXh0bgNhZW0CMTAAAR0f7Vj...
Happy Easter All! My poem entitled Penrose is included in Poetry Worth Hearing episode 22 will be online today at...
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