November 2009
1 post
The Lives of the Poets, Simon Armitage (3-line...
They rise early, like just after lunchtime.
Their breath on the mirror confirms their existence.
They should rest a while, but today is crunch time
for a rhyme that stands between now and forever,
time to knuckle down to their monkey business.
They sharpen a quill and pause for a breather.
How well they remember those quarantined villagers,
nursing the plague and begging for aid
with...
