Poetry in unusual places

Yarn-bombing red as a spaniel

Line of poetry clutters in clusters

Faeries and Diddymen, aliens and witches

We transcend to rainbows when we die

Cold coffee cup clocks stuck at half-past six

The witch her face disfigured

Better methinks burnt at stake.

Lost in the past watching swallows flying north in spring

Swallows in blue s...

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