Poetry is Everywhere

Thursday, July 31, 2014

When waiting for the axe to fall
we stretch our necks out long and lean
and if there's any hope at all
it's that the blade is keen

Nilanjana Bose said...: Reminded me of Anne Boleyn, only in her case it was a sword, not axe. I am reading you, rch, and like what I read.

Have a great weekend,
Nilanjana.; 6:36 AM
rch said...: thanks Nilanjana, you have a great weekend too!; 3:54 PM