Sofia, Poetry
Pay Day
The last day of May – overnight the garden has opened out, firethorns drip cream along the boundary fence, poppies rise up from glaucous leaves, spread split red skirts, reveal their black centres, their secret...
The last day of May – overnight the garden has opened out, firethorns drip cream along the boundary fence, poppies rise up from glaucous leaves, spread split red skirts, reveal their black centres, their secret...