Poetry Blog by Laurie Briar (feminism)
on a pearl pond, he says.
I don't need him to love them, but
Tuesday 30th March 2021 10:11 am
The chime-chirp glint in your talk
pep-drawling, through my grit-clogged Samsung speaker
like a wise blue hedgehog with salacious
pips and chings of playground secrets
makes my covid swab a shade less eye-popping.
My cobbled, shapeless day seem masterful.
Tuesday 30th March 2021 10:07 am