(25th March 1943 / )


Look behind
There’s a rock
It has a face
And it has a clock
It smells of green
It looks like gold
It’ll always act
Just the way it’s told

Look beneath
A river’s throat
When love’s a skill
It just won’t grow
Once your heart
Is in my possession
It’ll only beat
In a deadly fashion

Look inside
There’s an empty glass
It’ll only break
If you let me pass
On the other hand
If you hold me back
It’ll always be
Just an empty wrack

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Great, quick moving work, a musical masterpiece. Love, Andrew x
I was rapping to this, what a beat on my seat.Great fun Ernestine.Love Duncan
Your poetry teems with life. Even tears sound like those of joy. Again your style and subject matter go hand in hand. Susie.
Fun poem, Ernestine. Thanks. Raynette