pink (Remove filter)
Forced
its a far cry from Bucharest
in this dark and earthy shed,
thinks of her tearful mother
the man she's shortly to wed
draughts slice wooden walls,
rats scuttering in the hay-loft,
rubbing her hands for warmth
tells herself not to be so soft
slim candles shadow the gloom,
bloke appears in muddy boots,
shoving his wheelbarrow in a
mini-forest of sprouting ro...
Friday 11th December 2020 10:45 am
Recent Comments
R A Porter on The Eternal Flame
20 minutes ago
David RL Moore on You can kill some of the people some of the time but you can't kill all of the people all of the time
3 hours ago
leon stolgard on HOPE!
4 hours ago
rob1967able on Colony 2B
4 hours ago
Landi Cruz on You can kill some of the people some of the time but you can't kill all of the people all of the time
4 hours ago
leon stolgard on In our lost curved ball world
5 hours ago
Landi Cruz on evensong
5 hours ago
David R Mellor on A Little Bird
5 hours ago
David R Mellor on A Little Bird
5 hours ago
Landi Cruz on evensong
5 hours ago