duvet beard
a duvet
becomes a beard
in the mornings
that fall
past late nights
spent
on red wine
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Comments
Impressive stuff, Emily.. Love it when I read poems like this! David Roilliard described his poetry as having no bits of fluff on his stuff.. I think it applies here too!
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Marianne Louise Daniels
Fri 19th Jun 2009 09:29
I love this! what a tricksy little poem. And how much we want to snuggle up in our beards to hide the red wine smirks left from the night before! nice.