Poems from Gemini173

Alice, They Called Her
A girl skips across the dazeSmoke and velvet surely bredOf cruel saunter summer days. She spins and sings of goatherdsDrop to their knees...
The Cost of Poetry
Moonlight reaches down and strokes my cheek, Waking me to her smile.   That’s what a real poet would say, right?   ‘It’s just a hobby...