Child-Stept Interminglings Poem by james watkin

Child-Stept Interminglings



Leaping, though mud-soaked
Splattered of face
Out those rains, with toads.
Less in disgrace!

Hurtling, though with burs
Bee stings o'er me
Down those steeps, bump, bump
Summer-possessed,
With flopping lizard.
Not so distressed!

Thursday, June 9, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: childhood
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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