First Wave of Holiday Poems

Manifesto for the First Day of British Summer Time by Anna Kisby Open up like a nest-bird for cherry ice-cream. Wear a pink moustache. Make love to an ant. Dismay at the smudge it becomes. Remember the tree-house. Sweep it of muck. Arrange leaves in size order; weight each one with a squirrel dropping. This is your life – concentrate. Startle at a mower. Ride … Continue reading First Wave of Holiday Poems