A grey dove, wingtips dipped in red, hangs from the jaws of my Iris– a hound as old as she is shocked at her surprising retrieval. Look what I’ve managed to bring you– this small dove with bloody wingtips, she says with two eyes, one…
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
A grey dove, wingtips dipped in red, hangs from the jaws of my Iris– a hound as old as she is shocked at her surprising retrieval. Look what I’ve managed to bring you– this small dove with bloody wingtips, she says with two eyes, one…