Each Nerve: Sixth Wake

Posted by ractrose on 12 Dec 2018 in Art, Poems

    The Folly Wake     Each Nerve   She sails, within a fortnight, the Bowfin Wake, relieved, or like a living man Entombed, soon, shall heft aside the grinding lid And breathe He cannot whisper his secret heart to Howitt As a maiden sister might…though his friend invites it Howitt’s intimacy with vein […]