The Depth: Seventh Wake

Posted by ractrose on 19 Dec 2018 in Art, Poems

      The Folly Wake         The Depth   It was Farringate, the city magistrate, who had thought of his old colleague, Mr. Moss. Wake had come along (by private car) docilely enough. We shut him in a room, there, at Abbothurst Farm. I think it is nothing—that is, I do […]