Thursday, 28 April 2011

29th April 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

1 comment:

TIGGYWINKLE said...

I have finally finished my childhood and young adult memoirs with the time I spent in London and England during the mid 60's