Rotifers on Ice
Tiny specs of white hidden underfoot, rings of cilia lined up to blow frozen kisses against the earthy, dirty glass. Sawed. Stored. Thawed. We break
Rotifers
"this is sixth form poetry, not Keats or Yeats"
Tiny specs of white hidden underfoot, rings of cilia lined up to blow frozen kisses against the earthy, dirty glass. Sawed. Stored. Thawed. We break