Morning Moment
By Rowan Blair Colver
Stare, stare, through broken austere
Windows, with petticoat curtains pinned there,
Dragging in the unwelcome winds within,
Yellow cress spindled over snippings,
Of torn denim dress curled like whipping cream,
Over timings and mood of dredged,
Reduction inside from hollow promised smiles,
Mania, mania, bring me my glazier,
Have them drink this tea, have them eat,
Biscuits with me, before bringing the warm back home,
One day soon, when the wages,
Make up for the sage advice given by the cold.
By Rowan Blair Colver
Stare, stare, through broken austere
Windows, with petticoat curtains pinned there,
Dragging in the unwelcome winds within,
Yellow cress spindled over snippings,
Of torn denim dress curled like whipping cream,
Over timings and mood of dredged,
Reduction inside from hollow promised smiles,
Mania, mania, bring me my glazier,
Have them drink this tea, have them eat,
Biscuits with me, before bringing the warm back home,
One day soon, when the wages,
Make up for the sage advice given by the cold.
This looks fascinating - online course in forensic psychology.
