Apr 2019
lick the sky with commas
crimson ribbons
and shamrock murmurs
like the crayon scribbles
of a young child
electric choir
strums of colour
make melody of night
shifting whispers
a new language blur
we can only open
our mouths at
crimson ribbons
and shamrock murmurs
like the crayon scribbles
of a young child
electric choir
strums of colour
make melody of night
shifting whispers
a new language blur
we can only open
our mouths at
Written: April 2019.
Explanation: A simple poem written in my own time as part of Savannah Brown's escapril challenge. A link to my Facebook writing page can be found on my HP home page.
Explanation: A simple poem written in my own time as part of Savannah Brown's escapril challenge. A link to my Facebook writing page can be found on my HP home page.
