Poem -
Crochet + Lace
Her smile was but
A bloody scar
Etched upon her leathered skin
A slash made wide
With bitter knives
Honed sharply
On her cobwebbed sinsĀ
A valiant mask
That sat too well
Upon her grizzled face
Though most were happy
To be fooled
By great age andĀ
Her crochet lace
M P 27/4/22
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Great poem.Ā
Thankyou x