Shade filed sun lost
Spaces of cold wind
Cobweb wrapped around
Kitchen of lost dreams
Ice cold muck on top
Of cracked white tea
head on sharp knees
Water pooling in eyes
Falling far, far below
Plip, plip, plip. Plip, plip…….
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Plop
on dusty uncoloured flagstones.
Nick Victor
You should have your work published…..
Comment by Jules on 20 March, 2021 at 6:40 am