Oh, dear. I completely forgot it was Friday. Yep. It's been that kind of week.
So I'm scraping up a few lines from a poem I've been working on this week. I'm still tweaking, but I could be tweaking from now to the next time I sail to Antarctica.
Stop by Life on the Deckle Edge where Robyn is hosting the Roundup.
She quivers in pain,
gasps like a dying beast.
Those who love her
curse the ice,
stand nearby and grieve.
© Doraine Bennett, 2015