by Lindsay Waller-Wilkinson
today the woods view’d
spring, new green puncturing old
leafmould glimps’d first sun.
You wouldn’t believe
how many times I’ve tried to
delete you… and failed.
I wear mine raw, true
blue badge of honour. Who would
understand? No one.
A fashion designer for years, now a writer –
of short stories and poems, some of which get aired here
and seriously aiming to write a novel this year...
Would one day like to own a lady parrot.
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