forced candles (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
Bethany Sallis on SPIKE-LIKE
5 hours ago
Bethany Sallis on Grey daze
5 hours ago
Nigel Astell on Happy Hours for the Edgeley Faithful Extended
7 hours ago
Steve White on A Life in the Day
9 hours ago
Steve White on Rwanda Bound
9 hours ago
John Coopey on SWINGING
10 hours ago
Greg Freeman on A Life in the Day
10 hours ago
Stephen Gospage on Still Life with Massacre
10 hours ago
Telboy on A Life in the Day
11 hours ago
Tom Doolan on SWINGING
11 hours ago