world war two (Remove filter)
-as yet untitled-
outside the window,
an ocean of poppies,
red like denial.
she watched them day-in-day-out,
from sunset to the first shards of sunlight
which crept through their stems
and reflected the underside of their petals.
from this she saw veins, a tiny network of
lines like join-up-the-dots,
a motorway map
thin like emotion.
dadd went to war ...
Monday 27th June 2011 7:05 am
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