Apr 2019
the rain is playing
its jingle again
between the trees
night unravels
liquorice tongue
pricked with stars
your fingers
look perfect
between my fingers
our language
an ephemeral blush
on windowpanes
its jingle again
between the trees
night unravels
liquorice tongue
pricked with stars
your fingers
look perfect
between my fingers
our language
an ephemeral blush
on windowpanes
Written: April 2019.
Explanation: A poem written in my own time as part of Savannah Brown's escapril challenge. Feedback welcome. A link to my Facebook writing page can be found on my HP home page.
Explanation: A poem written in my own time as part of Savannah Brown's escapril challenge. Feedback welcome. A link to my Facebook writing page can be found on my HP home page.
