Poem: Bloated Wattle Buds – 07/07/20

Delicate wattle buds hanging preciously in the air, framed by their yawning captor who, with great regiment keeps them together.   The picturesque scene a corner-bound introvert’s dream, stems forcefully held in Captor’s cavity, like binding a spell, there is intention, this method has been carefully crafted.   While one may initially joyfully glance upon [...]