We are not subtle, although we blend, green in the midst of green, our sting, our poison bating our green breath with not a quiver. Hiding in the green, we remain unseen, waiting pungently for a patch of skin a recipient for our histamine; we long to puncture a scarlet tattoo, stinging souvenirs. Our hairy, […]
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Overgrown Garden
My response to Carpe Diem Haiku Writing Techniques #23 finding the divine in the common – a deeper spiritual meaning Through tangled branches Of the overgrown garden Patch of sky breaks through ©Kim M. Russell, 2015
writing in north norfolk 