Poetry: Nettles
- Created by: Lilymaid
- Created on: 10-04-14 23:31
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Nettles
My son aged three fell in the nettle bed Juxtaposition: Tender-raw
‘Bed’ seemed a curious name for those green spears, Honed-controlled
That regiment of spite behind the shed: slashed-chaotic
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