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.