The Haunt Poem by Roddy Lumsden

The Haunt



Betwixt of January,
the year's scantest trawl. The sharking ghost of Anne Boleyn

would raise a shrug. But my ghost would void your bowel.

My ghost would hug you hard - then hug you far too hard.

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Roddy Lumsden

Roddy Lumsden

St Andrews, Scotland
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