Yawning, awoken
By Spring sunshine, gambolling
Lamb-like back to life.
Midnight creeps in. Click.
All day anticipated,
Tick, message seen, hit!
Room seven. Half past
Ten. Precious embryo of
Last class together.
Catherine
By Spring sunshine, gambolling
Lamb-like back to life.
Midnight creeps in. Click.
All day anticipated,
Tick, message seen, hit!
Room seven. Half past
Ten. Precious embryo of
Last class together.
Catherine
I thought I commented, 'Thanks, Mannion for technical help and inspiration.'
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ReplyDeleteFirst time. Now it seems I can comment as much as I like with no password!
ReplyDeleteSo, I won't bore you all, but thanks for reading. Kitty x
ReplyDeleteFirst adheres to the seasonal theme. Second is contemporary yearning. Third is us in the here and now as we develop on Thursday x
ReplyDeleteJust as we have, almost imperceptibly, each time we have met previously.
ReplyDeleteOMG! I'm in!!! This is soooo exciting! Guess who!
ReplyDeleteCharlotte: Well done! Join the gang!
ReplyDeletelike the poetry!
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