Sunday, 21 February 2016

Sunday Whirligig






 the remains of a broken basket
keeps popping up in her dreams
sorrow swims in her jagged thoughts
she is missing her tresses
since the mad  pilgrim
chased her and sheared her head
saying it would make her wise


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  1. Keith's Ramblings21 February 2016 at 12:55

    I'm certain she became wise after the event. At least, wise enough to keep clear of mad pilgrims and salesmen making false promises!

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