Chancing Their Claws

I was prompted by ‘Time Clock’, today’s thought-provoking post from SueW, to visit my library to retrieve a teenage poem I penned more than sixty years ago. I began with the classic iambic pentameter, then tried something more concrete. Through mirky windows on this the gloomiest morning of the week I watched still timid visitorsContinue reading “Chancing Their Claws”