Minims Poems - Poems about Minims

...the air is metallic, the taste of old blood this is an un-dead sky what is contained in this pulsating blitz is that not usually notice - wind-smears through electric branches ......Read the rest...

...Mr Strood The high room, the bright light, the plentiful mirrors the long sweep of lace curtains, the many faces.. She wondered whether music lessons were part of her dreadful experiences o......Read the rest...

...The bright light, plentiful mirrors seemed more numerous here. Miriam wondered whether music lessons were part of her remuneration. She thought of people, the very first time she had played a du......Read the rest...

...It was a fractured miscarriage. The system groaned like a huge cow. We milked her till human thirst chopped the teats. I belong to no glamour, my faults burn like classics. Total freedom will......Read the rest...