Let Them Go: Ninth Calmacott

Posted by ractrose on 9 Nov 2018 in Art, Poems

    The Folly Calmacott’s Brother     Let Them Go   ‘How does your mother do?’ Henry’s mind’s eye flashes him a slender shaft Of sun, a halo of blue sky, some other sense raises With a vividness that flicks him on the raw A smell of pipe tobacco and horse stall Old Atkins, […]