a sombre holly leaf
held gently between
finger and thumb
its oily sheen
smooth as soap,
wet reptilian skin
dull green, tortured
custard-dipped spears
cocked this way and that
search for blood
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© Graham R Sherwood 12/22
Jesus Wreath
How can I tell you, all the things inside my head? A poetry diary
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