Over the meadows and fields I flew.
Tag: Poem
Words
The tread onwards has no marks.
The Journey We Must All Take
You’ll have your airlifts and turbulence.
#107 Undergrowth
Clean the basements out every fortnight.
#106 Vesuvius
Vesuvius in your ears.
#105 Belly Aches
Ferns on the windowsill unwatered.
#104 Folly/Reruns
Jolly for the grieving.
#103 Charmed
The nightingales are up next.
#102 Spy’s Darling
Come by to the pub, the guitarist has played his best piece.
#101 Elephant Marches
Come bite sized and dirty.