Thursday, 3 June 2010

4th June Blogs


Beneath the moon
As bright as a spoon
That's been polished in whisky and rye
The strangest of things
As though pulled on strings
Waver upwards into the night sky

2 comments:

Irish Eyes said...

I have blogged; a few thoughts on text-speak, recouperation and friendship.

Cait O'Connor said...

Just a poem and a song.