Hive
tales lie in storeys
mine's number ten
concrete and steel
make this tiny den
fresh air's aplenty
noise from the lift
my cell ten years
I won't ever shift
far horizon dizzy
balcony's for birds
walls to speak to
echoing my words
the drop reassures
if you're depressed
open the window
drunk first is best
glimpsed one hurtle
free w...
Wednesday 20th January 2021 12:38 pm
Recent Comments
Holden Moncrieff on No-place.
21 minutes ago
John Coopey on SLIMMING WORLD
26 minutes ago
M.C. Newberry on DISPARITY
1 hour ago
kJ Walker on Haiku Parenthood
3 hours ago
kJ Walker on SLIMMING WORLD
3 hours ago
Graham Sherwood on SLIMMING WORLD
7 hours ago
Pete (edbreathe) on Happy daze
7 hours ago
John Coopey on SLIMMING WORLD
8 hours ago
Graham Sherwood on Young Man, Dancing
8 hours ago
Stephen Gospage on Wednesday Diary
10 hours ago