2005 #1 Poem by ryan blood

2005 #1



chills run their fingers
down your spine
until your skin
is a forest of bumps
and shivers break like waves
across your limbs

(autumn 2005)

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Ivan Donn Carswell 13 July 2007

A personification of the mundane in rich textual imagery. Well done. Rgds, Ivan

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