Cotswold Way
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My belly is as round as the green hill
My belly is as round as the green hill That they say the devil made with his hands Scooping out a ditch, down which rolled the water Now the wide and silver Severn. My baby will not come. I have tried sex. I have tried pineapple. Nothing scratches at the womb enough To make it […]
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Winter Walk
In the still moment of winter’s short day Pale sun over the hills & hidden valleys And the russet-brown kestrel holding the sky firm against the wind – We are walking Your shoelace is broken & trailing in the mud & your black coat is raggedy But you are talking to me & I am […]