Oddments

In search of story


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April 20.20: Coping

I’m suburban born and bred,

I barely know horse from cow,

but if I climbed into its rafters

could I hide from the here and now?

A writer could find refuge

in this place of certain story,

strong in tattered red,

rustic allegory.

I wouldn’t be much bother

amid the hay and clover;

I’d leave the very minute

this wretchedness is over.

 

It doesn’t sound very brave, does it, dear reader?

I don’t feel very brave.

 

More thanks to photographer S.W.Berg.