I thought I met a dog todaywith manky paws and fur astraywith black bead eyes and lolling tonguehe came up like I was someonehe came up like he wished to talkand wagged his tail and gave a squawkI jumped and said you’re not a birdare you? although that was absurd,and dog said meow and then … Continue reading Who’ll Come Waltzing?
The world wakes to you,Like spice stirs senses long forgot,Like earthy peat burnt on a hearthLends smoke aroma to a pot. And stretching from the once-warm airTo crisp and frosty morning breath,The world welcomes your coming then—You are the new and favourite death. When ghost of Summer lingers onIn golden sunshine packaged up,You cradle life … Continue reading A Dream of Autumn
EMMA LOUISE GILL 