Poem – Nicola Easthope
Man at the kerb The longest road the hottest tar the fish mouth before gulls the heart attacks the heat deafens the trembling the flying in the face the pockmarks pooling the squint the lean the chancing on the slap of the thigh the swoop at the glint the red box gold foil the rattle of butts the flick the short beak. Nicola Easthope Share this:Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)
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Tagged with: Autumn 2019
, Issue 125
Posted in Poem