
bedsheets hooked
around the moon
we lay -
for hours, then days -
drinking in the secrets
of the stars
until we both were full.
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This poem was part of a larger poly-vocal project that I submitted for my dissertation whilst studying an undergraduate degree in English with Creative Writing. It was later featured online at litmag Severine Lit. If you want to read more, I share my creative writing on here from time to time.
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Bee, could I live inside your poems please? I've been willing myself to get out of bed all day, but now I just want to lie here until I can see the stars, as this has made me feel so content! x
ReplyDeleteI want stars in my room, I want bedsheets to make me trip over the moon! This is gorgeous, I really felt some nostalgia..
ReplyDeleteAh. Simply stunning.
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