Poetry Blogs (theology)
Nicola Beckett on Zee Count’s masquerade ball (2 hours ago)
I was a student at the time so
Lodgings were par for the course
I'll never forget Balham and
Mrs Gleeson, or was it Gleeful?
She'd knock on my door late at night
Usually there was some pretext,
A dog barking or a creaking stair
Then she'd sit on the bed and
Offer me a fag
It was only a matter of time
Uninhibited is the only word
I was left covered in scratches...
Tuesday 5th May 2020 10:57 am