pity (Remove filter)
Rich Tea
we sit drinking coffee,
much is yet unspoken,
my cup looks cracked,
her biscuits all broken
the flat smells of damp,
split ends and oily hair,
scars bangle her wrists,
focus of my coy stare
by the hearth lies a cat
of a species I deplore,
yellow paint peels off
a lone bedroom door
on her neck a blemish
coated in stale powder,
all in all, a f...
Sunday 11th April 2021 11:15 am
Recent Comments
Stephen Atkinson on Enhancings
5 hours ago
Stephen Atkinson on Cinematic Dream
5 hours ago
Stephen Atkinson on The Fields of Avalon (pt 2 & 3)
5 hours ago
keith jeffries on Levelling Up - the undeserving poor
6 hours ago
R A Porter on The Eternal Flame
6 hours ago
Graham Sherwood on evensong
8 hours ago
Graham Sherwood on Amnesia
8 hours ago
Graham Sherwood on My Perfect View (unofficial competition)
8 hours ago
Russell Jacklin on Lest we Forget
9 hours ago
Graham Sherwood on A Shred of Life
9 hours ago