Love (Remove filter)
Figs
To whom does he belong, this strangler fig?
I have not invited him, no not i.
Well I am appalled at his tendrils and vice grip,
And that gleam he has in his eye.
To whom does he belong, this strangler fig?
You would not welcome him, no not you.
Well you not once ever knew of his arrival,
If so, you would have seen right through.
What good is this strangler fig?
He’...
Saturday 19th April 2025 8:45 am
Recent Comments
David RL Moore on Too late too late
2 hours ago
Rolph David on Love The Light, Embrace The Rain
2 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on The roads taken
6 hours ago
Red Brick Keshner on still, the Earth breathes
6 hours ago
Marnanel Thurman on The roads taken
6 hours ago
Red Brick Keshner on where shadows do not drown
6 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on The Empty Streets of Ego’s March
8 hours ago
Larisa Rzhepishevska on The Policemen Arrest The Men.
8 hours ago
Ray Miller on The Empty Streets of Ego’s March
8 hours ago
Ray Miller on The roads taken
8 hours ago