not to rent a horse one time bran new on the loose from a barefoot smith hay there shadow blue knott’d to a splint’d wood bells on a burro lean poles limp o’er sticks pokers two tongs roomers queue shares in a barrow
Category Archives: Poetry
Wag Old
gully walkers we what time no trees chickadee’d very brown creepers eyed forget it now too tangl’d wee stumblings knot to messquito my shoe no yours is that mine where is won’t fit through ‘Spot…he’s digging pits…’
Switch Way A Vest
iron carriage frocks hand held fold a steamer trunk we’ll take a canteen hang it a fence post when the wires are surmount nor a smith busy a blue cavalcade thunder rolling on the plains Bibi, ‘…no kindlin’…’
Some Bliss.
Originally posted on Northern Bred:
Sunlight can warm me through car windows despite the cold air outside. A bite; a harsh frost-kiss that nips my toes. Duvet, keep him clement tonight. If you take any deeper breaths, my arm I’m sure is swallowed. Soft chest beats against my arm where It rests. Rest; your restful…
Her Cellphone
which shoes may wear down iris a meadowland lark even bobolinks lingering juncoes ring-neck pheasants spatterdock wide dew harem cock Spot in the poppies yellow a bud a buttercup our maid she’ll get through