Woodsmoke Poem by Richard Horton

Woodsmoke

Rating: 3.8


Joe Orton open on my desk,
Dylan playing in the background,
An unopened Bible,
A stolen guitar,
A desk, so cold,

Dryden sitting still,
Last night's takeaway uneaten,
A waitscoat for fuel?
A wood full of smoke
Joe Orton open on my desk.

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Richard Horton

Richard Horton

Peterborough
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