Hello PoetryVoting

Vote

Home

Home Following Inbox Notifications

Read

Read Lifted Feeds Hearted History My poems New poem

Explore

Explore Orbits Words Tags Classics

0

Stars

0

Embers

0

Alerts

0

Inbox

Vote

Home

Home Following Inbox Notifications

Read

Read Lifted Feeds Hearted History My poems New poem

Explore

Explore Orbits Words Tags Classics

0

Stars

0

Embers

0

Alerts

0

Inbox

Enniskillen 3

Mauve block of US is

frozen butter on soft bread

it won’t spread smoothly.

Nelson’s wee brother

cries gravel tears, Why can’t I

be more like Nelson?

The countless that has

lain in you are poppies now

beyond the stained glass

Request permission to use this poem

Written by

Irish

Published: May 17, 2013
LinesWords: 941

Permission

Request to use this poem

Tell nj-mcgourty how you would like to use it. We review requests before forwarding them.

About Blog FAQ Privacy Terms Contact

© 2009-2026 Hello Poetry/v27.0 by @eliotyork

Hello PoetryVoting