Your face makes a shadow
against the sun.
You crawl over me,
Pinning me to the earth,
This moment,
This place.
I’m lying on the grass in the hot sun.
The bells ring loudly
this Sunday afternoon.
I’m too tired to move.
#30
writer. maker.
Your face makes a shadow
against the sun.
You crawl over me,
Pinning me to the earth,
This moment,
This place.
I’m lying on the grass in the hot sun.
The bells ring loudly
this Sunday afternoon.
I’m too tired to move.
Elisabeth Pike is a writer and designer. Voice at the Window, a collection of 100 gratitude poems written during lockdown is out now. Circles: Nurture and Grow your Creative Gift was released in April 2019. Her prints and books are available at https://www.etsy.com/uk/shop/LittleBirdEditions. She lives in Shropshire with her husband and four children. View more posts