Flogita (Remove filter)
Sunday
The pomegranates
are ripe on the tree
across the road
and the swallows
are skimming beneath the power lines
and the soft blue sky
The washing on the balcony rail is dry
The village dogs bark
Church bells summon summer in
and the early morning peace
is broken as a tractor heads for the fields
The sun heats the soft grey
feathers on the pigeon’s back
and he leaves his chimney perch
abo...
Sunday 15th September 2019 7:13 am
Recent Comments
Graham Sherwood on Paperback Writer
3 hours ago
Yanma Hidayah on Longing
3 hours ago
Holden Moncrieff on Unlearning...
3 hours ago
Reggie's Ghost on Paperback Writer
3 hours ago
Reggie's Ghost on The Boys from the Red Stuff
3 hours ago
Robert C Gaulke on Poems become songs
4 hours ago
John Coopey on ASPIRATIONS
4 hours ago
Mike McPeek on Unlearning...
5 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Elbits n’ Pieces R Us [All your childrens’ needs supplied]
7 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on The Boys from the Red Stuff
7 hours ago