Tag: Poets Speak (whilst they still can)
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‘She’ and other poems by Ceinwen E. Cariad Haydon
You must not I did, I did. And, afterwards wind whips, rain falls. I cannot see beyond waterfalls sheeting down from miserable eyes, sluicing nose, cheeks, chin and feel etched trails of aged laughter lines, awash with running snot. I slap my face, to blot out inner pain. Fingerprints mark shame, sting of […]
Chris Murray
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