Poetry from NHI publications
The Brontë vaults were brown as dunnock's wings|
In a year of drought where heather bloomed
And sucked the purple peat-bog dry;
In such a year the sisters died,
On such a day death swallowed
Life and on the cornea of the world
Were contact lenses placed;
Remove them, if you please, at night.
|S.L. HENDERSON SMITH|
The Hallamshire & Osgoldcross Poetry Express #5
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