circling seas of secrets and wishes. long-legged lads leaping onwards. a thousand cries deafened by devotion. pickled eggs the size of footballs. observing eyes that never judge.

her world was a dream
entered only by April,
one she never left

© 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.