Saturday 27 August 2016

BITE

BITE

Glad I can’t mould sea, like land,
It just seeps into my soul, through
My fingers -

Out of my hands. Poems like
Broken shells; fragments of
A person’s life;

All weakness, and strengths -
Exposed to the bite....


https://abegailmorley.wordpress.com/2016/08/05/helen-harrison-featured-poet/


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