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An Old Hand Reveals Itself

I see no sign of forced entry... just copper suns and cornflower blue, have you been here all this time? I don't remember inviting you, and now all my voices are a chatter, with threats I cannot construe.

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Arthur Vaso

Date: 5/4/2024 10:47:00 PM

this is what poetry should be! Loved this gem.

Kate Davies
Date: 5/5/2024 1:13:00 AM

Thanks Arthur :) this has made my day

Franci Hoffman

Date: 5/4/2024 5:20:00 PM

An intriguing piece with beautiful imagery, Kate. Expressive and profound words, my friend.

Kate Davies
Date: 5/5/2024 1:09:00 AM

Thank you Franci I'm glad you enjoyed it :)

Hilda Greenhough

Date: 5/3/2024 12:02:00 PM

Lyrical and revealing, poem blends the known and a mystery. Deep thoughts reside here

Kate Davies
Date: 5/4/2024 6:52:00 AM

Thanks for the lovely feedback Hilda, nice to meet you :)

Gordon Mcconnell

Date: 5/3/2024 11:22:00 AM

Nice pen Kate, good imagery and expression. Good to meet a fellow Brit on PS, I'm North of the border. Take xare, Gordon

Kate Davies
Date: 5/4/2024 6:51:00 AM

Thanks Gordon, I agree not many Brits on here, I'm just by the Cotswolds. I'll be sure to check out your work :)