Wedgwood Poems - Poems about Wedgwood

...rural sewage, twister tunnel runs like water damaged dust and rat feces soaking the lawn down to a dog in the ground a town over rusted tin and pewter, twin-sized coffin in the air with its ups......

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...Four kegs, they’d left on the rye field’s bare crest gone were the skittles and the balls of wood. Four kegs empty of magical brew, strewn upon the hill’s breasts, where gnomes had stood. They’......

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...Her home was my escape It was an awesome retreat Full of wonders and surprises Green glass and old lace Cut glass and fireplace A real ticking clock Fresh laid eggs Queen Anne legs And a cra......

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...It was a Sunday lunchtime When my son's voice I heard Mum may I please keep him In surprise at him I stared He held a tiny kitten It's head against his chest Mottled brown, grey and white Hi......

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...The powdery snow gloves the fingers of maple forest, protecting barren bark with the expectation of rose tipped bloom. A meeting point between pristine innocence and the veiled promise of spr......

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