by Peter16 | Jan 11, 2020 | FP Slider, morphrog20, poems
Sister Hiltrude I recall the sisters as severeblack heavy vertical linesfalling from head to toe-gravitas without grace –exclamation marks and verdictsagainst my very being- what Darth Vader would look likehad he worn a wimple -sisters with odd namesand eccentric...
by Peter16 | Jan 7, 2019 | morphrog18, poems
It leapt and spun I paused a moment before the clear glass at the entrance to our flat, held bound by the performance on our doorstep: the breeze bore a leaf and held it aloft in spiraling upward spins, brown brittle and beautiful: a broken leaf that...
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