Frances May

Rookie (1991 / Wales, the land of sheep and strange accents)

Frances May Poems

1. Rainbow drizzle 5/28/2008
2. A nuts poem 9/15/2008
3. Messy mess mess 1/21/2009
4. A fairy’s lament 2/5/2009
5. Rain 5/28/2008
6. parents 5/5/2008
7. Blaaaah - my 10 second poem 5/31/2008
8. Choices 6/18/2008
9. An awesome poem 9/15/2008
10. Imperfectly true 6/11/2008
11. Lost 7/23/2008
12. I curl my hair on Saturdays 8/22/2008
13. A bonkers poem 9/15/2008
14. rip 2/24/2009
15. Don't say it 1/5/2009
16. We English 12/2/2008
17. Oh Birdy! 12/1/2008
18. violin 5/4/2009
19. three birds - more of a story than a poem 3/17/2009
20. My jazzy jazz tune 10/12/2008

Searching

Tormented young souls,
Washed up in the sand,
We cannot depart
this bloodstained land.

Screaming, Scratching,
Away from the night.
Do not forsake us
wayward Moonlight.

Tormented young souls,
Washed up in the sand.
A new day breaks
it falls apart in your hand.

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