Miscarried

Cherry

By hejira j

Tue, 12 Aug 2008
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Life, I whisper
Into her tiny blonde ear,
Made you spread them
In a dust cart
Somewhere in Slough

And now,cramped tight
Crabbed with fear
You think of carnies,
Circus folk

Small hands, he had
And they drum, drum, drum
All the way
Up Eastern Road.

Certificate U
Poem
Postcards from the fridge.
Autobiography

Comments

Submitted by tcook on
Hi! I emailed you about the Brighton event a while back - but your email address on here is still your Sussex Uni one - and I suspect you may have moved on. Could you update it? Cheers, Tony PS - I found this scary and creepy - a whole lot packed into a short space.

Submitted by hejira j on
Hi Tony, No - I have not moved on, but I couldn't make the last Brighton event... When will the next one be? Thanks for the comment, I do so like to scare! Ruth