Thought you’d like to hear my latest news – Holly told me off for not telling you all about it – so here it is …
The news is that ‘Rising Slowly’ is to be published in the USA arts and entertainment magazine ‘The Eerie Digest’ so, let’s celebrate with special thanks to Glenn James for encouraging me to send it in.
He takes his brain out every night
And puts it in a bucket,
Each yellow ochre coloured cell
Emits a foul and fetid smell and starts to pound
Then starts to swell,
They’re locked by night and locked by day
Each thought in every cell,
But each one can be clearly seen,
With viscous matter in between, visible threading
He finds the lock and turns the key,
His tendencies concealed,
His stares are made of wooden looks.
Logic soaking; bubbles rising; instinct reigns sublime,
Polly Robinson © 2012