politicial poetry (Remove filter)
Swayed On The Knife Edge
I held my breath taut
as she swayed on the knife edge
arms calming dipping, rising
dignified reslilience
I blew her my love and fell to sleep
as father turned on son
as daughter turned on mother
as neighbour turned on neighbour
as she fell
Rule Britannia?
Saturday 25th June 2016 9:25 am
Recent Comments
Bethany Sallis on Eleventh Anniversary of a beloved local self denying Community leader
1 hour ago
Holden Moncrieff on Earnest.
2 hours ago
Jon on New Life
2 hours ago
David RL Moore on Resting Place
3 hours ago
Bethany Sallis on Earnest.
3 hours ago
David RL Moore on Ballot Box
3 hours ago
Bethany Sallis on A worthy praising
4 hours ago
Graham Sherwood on Ballot Box
4 hours ago
Graham Sherwood on A Moral Hub
4 hours ago
rob1967able on Alfred Stieglitz.
5 hours ago