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
"call me not poet, leave that title for others to confer, I write words in rhyme or not and set them free, let the world concur"
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