Poetry Blog by Ann Foxglove
Whitechapel Ladies - new audio
Oh won’t you come down with me Whitechapel ladies
Oh won’t you come down with me Whitechapel girls
Sing for Mary and Annie and Long Liz and Catherine
Mary Jane Kelly and all of their woes.
Oh when you go down to the streets of old London
The alleys, the rookeries, doss ’ouses too
Remember us ladies who did it for pennies
And never no never for the love of you.
For...
Sunday 5th April 2015 11:27 am
eclipsed
And in her arms a baby
bright as a daffodil.
Rays of light
emanate
from this child.
He remembers a game -
“do you like butter?”
and thinks he sees
a golden glow reflected
on his young wife’s throat…
Pollen-headed
the baby has
a smile that gleams
audacious as the sun!
Holdmefeedmeloveme
undeniable demands
as a full breast is nuzzled
...
Saturday 28th March 2015 3:01 pm
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