by Caroline Whalley
So - “you’ve bled me dry” - and how do you do that when you don’t even bleed? So - you try reaching into spirit to assuage your stress, - and the angst and when you can’t? So - hit any bottle a gulp a glass, simplistic, - and facile knocking back air castles.
Day 28, of ‘one a day’ poems. By the end of April 2021, 30 poems will create a series. Each poem covers a fragment, a snippet taken consecutively throughout a day.