Bristle: A Gwawdodyn

April was seduced by Tommy’s song,
Its bouncy rhythm and length so long.
Every whistle her hairs did bristle
Teasing her to go and do something wrong.

© Carl Burkitt 2017

This poem is part of a challenge for National Poetry Writing Month.

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