Sep 2018
If pink
is the softest colour
I shall bathe in carnations
every morning
the steam from my herbal tea
dancing out the open window
is the softest colour
I shall bathe in carnations
every morning
the steam from my herbal tea
dancing out the open window
Written: September 2018.
Explanation: The first in a loose series of three small poems with the same title. Each one could have been put together as 'one' piece, but each part also feels standalone to me. It is recommended you read all three. Feedback welcome as always. A link to my Facebook writing page can be found on my HP home page.
Explanation: The first in a loose series of three small poems with the same title. Each one could have been put together as 'one' piece, but each part also feels standalone to me. It is recommended you read all three. Feedback welcome as always. A link to my Facebook writing page can be found on my HP home page.
