Market

Market From the mouths of children Breathing white smoke The chill of the day already Covered by an invisible cloak As if filled with tears The gathering dark clouds Ready to burst with rain Over the swelling crowds Sounds of the street As day fills with life Echo in the cold winds That can sliceContinue reading “Market”

Eight – Poem of the Month – August 2018

Eight When I was eight Things were not so great Life gave me such a kick I grew up pretty quick A child expecting a present Instead was delivered unpleasant My parents started fighting Just the beginning of writing That was clearly on the wall Witnessing the nightly brawl My father was an unhappy manContinue reading “Eight – Poem of the Month – August 2018”