Walking through my childhood path In Cornwall Park, The sun sweeps shadows through the gravel And knots of Autumn leaves,
By Emma Sidnam3 years ago in Poets
I am calm. Gliding on paper wings, A light rain, no hail, No wind. I am a city, Sky-scrapers, metal grey, smooth – Clean, unflinching
By Emma Sidnam5 years ago in Poets
I have as little control As the rain slipping from the eyes of skies— Of people, of places, Red rain salvaged from my own veins.
By Emma Sidnam7 years ago in Poets