The Folly: Each Nerve

Posted by ractrose on 8 May 2021 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 […]