‘Mammy’s Dress’ by Stevie Ronnie

  Mammy’s Dress There’s comfort in the fading of her dress; each picnic folded into each pelt of rain that’s laundered it simple like infinity accepted as true. This dress dances on a woollen rope strung between two silver birch. The gap in the wall to the burn (today it is full with trickle souls). Mammy through a wicket on the left with a thimble … Continue reading ‘Mammy’s Dress’ by Stevie Ronnie