Paris.
Rasp air.
Spiral lair.
Rail slip.
Lip slap.
Sail, sir.
RIP, Pa.
© Carl Burkitt 2017
This poem is part of a challenge for National Poetry Writing Month 2017 – a different style of poem each day about a woman called April.
Paris.
Rasp air.
Spiral lair.
Rail slip.
Lip slap.
Sail, sir.
RIP, Pa.
© Carl Burkitt 2017
This poem is part of a challenge for National Poetry Writing Month 2017 – a different style of poem each day about a woman called April.