Stewpot Poems - Poems about Stewpot

...The hunters and their dogs are going home, Their secret sworn to silence, footprints crunching through the snow; Agreed the parish priest should never know. They walk beneath a sky of sickly h......Read More

...White flowers on the hillside, spell out welcome to me I learnt the names of most of them, walking with my "tadcu"* He told me all about them, how Garlic is good for wounds The names of the songbir......Read More

...ice in the middle of the carpet the melting is the healing the steam rises in the exact place where you said you hate me stewpot in the corner of the living room the bubbling over is the tensio......Read More