Note
I was just finding a notebook to take with me to my lambing placement tomorrow and found some poetry I wrote in it that I’d forgotten about:
Dots of darker colour upon colour on her dress,
Lines on her face that shine in the light:
Fresh morning blue eyes salivate.
A want to satisfy the hunger for something that is untouchable:
Forbidden, out of reach, not for her.
Salty drops, an offering to an unknown god-
A plead for something more.
Lambing tomorrow! It will be good to see all the lambs :)
L
Dots of darker colour upon colour on her dress,
Lines on her face that shine in the light:
Fresh morning blue eyes salivate.
A want to satisfy the hunger for something that is untouchable:
Forbidden, out of reach, not for her.
Salty drops, an offering to an unknown god-
A plead for something more.
Lambing tomorrow! It will be good to see all the lambs :)
L