you frighten me, you small hard thing
hand-in-hand so secret press
you all soft and comforting
feathers, wool, and cotton dressed
you idiot, you thing sublime
freckles, ink, and form insane
conversation turpentine
always belching, singing, playing
you in my brain, you rooted firm
and stars and light make foreign dream
nothing happens dizzy worm
grinds me into milk and cream
Poems for Peculiar Children
Door SarahQuinnMcGrath
This is a second anthology of my more whimsical and curious poems. They aren't so much for children, though a... Meer