The Ballad Of Stokes Croft: a song of poems
It is a song of poems – different parts in different verse throughout a night exchanging stories.
It is a song of poems – different parts in different verse throughout a night exchanging stories.
The breeze feels like an echo of a cold too cold to bear, as the gull glides on its currents and the waves of winter light.
Each of us with tales ‘n layered lives to be disclosed…
Pied white ‘n dull-green ‘n shim’ring black, treasuring the trove you’ve gathered.
I used to sit in the wind of the morning, hearing them shout out numbers.