BMC (Remove filter)
Harry
Harry and Morris were together all those twenty years
Theirs was not the Oxford of dreaming spires;
not screaming tyres,
but purring, perfect, permanence.
And then,
and then.......
The legacy of.....
Countless years of........
Stirring and striking,
destructive infighting;
poor Morris died.
No nightmares for the spires,
just Harry pined
No more would his hands
caress t...
Thursday 10th December 2009 7:44 am
Recent Comments
R A Porter on Beauty
20 minutes ago
Hugh on Feelings - Short Poem
1 hour ago
Tom Doolan on De Lacy Street Blues
1 hour ago
Greg Freeman on The Old Grey Walkers
2 hours ago
Bethany Sallis on Beauty
2 hours ago
Bethany Sallis on Spring water Well
2 hours ago
Bethany Sallis on All Over Me
2 hours ago
John Marks on WICCA, WITCH, WIZARD
3 hours ago
Manish Singh Rajput on A Solitary Sandpiper's Sentimental Tweet
3 hours ago
David RL Moore on Reset
4 hours ago