Denise Woodhouse

Rookie (England)

Sorrowful Road - Poem by Denise Woodhouse

This wet and grey bank holiday is so
At odds and so ordinary
A place to be with such
An exasperated man, whose
Burnt black heels, cracked crowsfeet,
Bare hands were obedient to
A day so harsh, uncaring,
That still the way we choose to breach
The shell we place too close
About his heart is to stamp on it.


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    I am also on this website as Denise Antoni. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, September 20, 2007

Poem Edited: Sunday, April 10, 2011


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