Poetry from Stoke On Trent. The various verses within this blog explore my changing reality and mood swings. Verses that meander around domestic violence, self harm and mania, then return to enjoy happier thoughts and emotions from my childhood and the local area and its fantastic history and heritage. This is truly subversive and thought provoking literature from the heart of England that will live with you forever.
Saturday, November 20
Bottoms Up
Cursory glances at bottoms
Is an hobby I can never abide
They are far better viewed with binoculars
To capture voluptuous delights
This short poem was written as part of a ten minute challenge at City Voices Writers Forum. the words given (Random) were bottom, cursory and never.
I shall be adding one or two of these 'quickies' to the blog.
Poetry from Stoke On Trent. The various verses within this blog explore my changing reality and mood swings. Verses that meander around domestic violence, self harm and mania, then return to enjoy happier thoughts and emotions from my childhood and the local area and its fantastic history and heritage. This is truly subversive and thought provoking literature from the heart of England that will live with you forever.
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