Thursday, 16 February 2012

Bumbling Poetry No.4

This piece is about knitting, that's how kitsch and twee I am.

Token

A token for the not yet new
Taking shoulders in hand
My thumbs touch.
Awaiting the small heavy fever
It will take many tokens
To make safe.
All potential in the bud head
Sweet but diminishing
Coddled up tight.
Hope holding back time’s arrow
Constrain her plump future
With my poppet.


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