That Woman Remembered – The Human Anvil

In this wafer thin world,My mirror holds together,Your palpable smile. I live there somewhere,Buried; under warm hollow bricks,Dreaming and dreaming,Ringlets of flowers, raindrops of gold,And of you reading a blank page,Written one hundred ways. Your name is a shape,Or a flower or a bird,Dahlia, Paloma or some rounded word,You are the poem, I the paper,YouContinue reading “That Woman Remembered – The Human Anvil”