drown (Remove filter)
Black Poplar
two flightless birds on a branch
a wood-saw working in my hand
you trying to stop me sawing
hoping to keep us on dry land
below us runs a deep rushing river
if the branch is severed, we drown
I shrug off your efforts to stop me
Though it will bring both of us down
the branch is nearly sundered
I can hear it creak and groan
your hysteria makes me angry
I w...
Thursday 3rd September 2020 10:31 am
Recent Comments
Evan Tyler on Graham Sherwood
7 hours ago
Stephen Atkinson on Still Life with Massacre
7 hours ago
Evan Tyler on Stephen Gospage
7 hours ago
Evan Tyler on kwritessecretly
7 hours ago
Telboy on Celebrate St George's Day
8 hours ago
Bethany Sallis on Unlucky Street
9 hours ago
Bethany Sallis on Steve White
9 hours ago
Bethany Sallis on Rwanda Bound
9 hours ago
Bethany Sallis on The Sapphirine effect
9 hours ago
Graham Sherwood on Manchester
10 hours ago