human heart (Remove filter)
Containers
it began in some dank cave,
rich the reach of human wit,
artefacts to make life easier,
from reservoirs to cess-pit
wombs warm, mostly safe,
then cots and stately prams,
family pews to plastic bags,
bottles of warming drams
harvest rain in your butts,
insurance of prison cells,
cracks in daddy's egg-cup,
minds like burning hells
walnut coffins and...
Sunday 28th March 2021 9:54 am
Recent Comments
leon stolgard on SWINGING
2 minutes ago
leon stolgard on Countdown to coffins and cremations
43 minutes ago
Graham Sherwood on Glenda
48 minutes ago
Auracle on Bucket Of Love
55 minutes ago
Auracle on Getting in the Right Frame of Mind
1 hour ago
Graham Sherwood on Back to nature.
1 hour ago
Landi Cruz on Strolling Players
1 hour ago
Auracle on The Magic in Mundane
4 hours ago
Bethany Sallis on Against the background of a Winter Sky
4 hours ago
David RL Moore on Against the background of a Winter Sky
5 hours ago