Poems from TheMutteringRetreats
a summer sky
enclosed the house and garden in its dome -
black with midnight
and the whir of mostquitoes
mating on the river.
through the...
There’s an old saying -
Greek or Roman I can’t remember -
It says that when you meet your beloved,
Flowers start to blossom on your soul,...
My dear husband,
First husband,
Best.
Do you trust me?
I was caught
Like a fish
Across the room –
Your coal-chip eyes shining into mine....