Grave DiggerA Poem by BonnyRiversSubstance of chalk, honeycombed hollow, once hallowed scaffold. Submerged, merged, mingling What Primary force designed this disembodied fragility, in all its cracking, tentative beauty. © 2018 BonnyRivers |
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Added on August 23, 2018 Last Updated on August 23, 2018 AuthorBonnyRiversIrelandAboutIrish, kind of moody, sort of sad, lots of mad! Secondary school teacher, theology graduate. A teacher once told me I'm a liberal. I'm still wrestling with what that means! Lover of white wine, Autumn.. more..Writing
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