Her brain is a riot of knapweed on which twittering finches feed, keeping her awake at night and drowning out each thought when she rises. She longs to see a chestnut or a walnut tree with broad crown and dangling fruit, or bushes of plump blackberries, but she cannot leave these walls, cannot stretch her […]
Day: September 10, 2019
Blackbird – quadrille for dVerse
Originally posted on Sarah writes poems:
My boy has always been a thief – well, not a thief exactly, more like a blackbird – fingers always there nicking a slice of apple or a crumb of cheese bright eyes, cocked head, and then away knowing the first thing stolen was my heart Another quadrille for…
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