Poetry - Bloom by James Kemp - Hot Blood & Cold Steel
Bloom “Splash!” A roar over my head closes from behind and drowns the radio. Binoculars brought to bear, I observe the seed embedding. It grows a small orange blossom. Morphing into a larger, darker flower climbing from the point of impact. Rain patters over the iron roof as sods and stones strike sonorously. The flower … Continue reading Poetry – Bloom by James Kemp →