The summer ends

A hive of praying hands were freezing blue

A night past Monday they thought of you

Buzzing round their queen so very cold

Not knowing lives she bought and sold

Until it’s them that takes the wrath

Leading them to take your path


About Lindsay Craik

Writer & Poet Poetry, plays and short stories
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