obelisk (Remove filter)
Perpendicular
across the road she crouches and mopes
I can imagine us both in all sorts of capers
her dead husband's crane collapsed, the
tragic story splashed in all the daily papers
the width of a street yet a yawning gap
behind her the glow of a widow at night
my crane gleams in the moonlight clear
no metal fatigue affects its noble height
airborne pokes my rude steeple, a b...
Sunday 11th July 2021 11:10 am
Recent Comments
Stephen Gospage on Radix malorum est cupiditas
1 hour ago
Jon on New Life
2 hours ago
David RL Moore on Gun in the fridge
3 hours ago
Jon on New Life
13 hours ago
prakhar dhama on The Evolution Within
15 hours ago
Landi Cruz on Gun in the fridge
15 hours ago
Stephen Gospage on Woke
19 hours ago
Stephen Gospage on I could see myself doing this job.
19 hours ago
Jon on New Life
19 hours ago
Stephen Gospage on Save the children
19 hours ago