Dylan Thomas (Remove filter)
Masquerade
I
Staring a half-hearted wonder of who you really
are into a crackle and glow of home comforts,
I swill serene glass of Margaux round and round
in hand that writes and re-writes reminiscence.
Commuting through those sullied Surrey suburbs,
did the severity of your suit cut a sharp intake of
my breath as I pushed through the hollow crowd?
Poetry flames in devotion, an a...
Sunday 17th May 2015 9:02 pm
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