Poems -
Iris
2019-07-10
2019-07-10
where stranded, hued
bubbles float motionless -
mottled iris without
portals into any
private world - don't
ask ability to
look outwards nor
inwards - simply
be a colourful
jewel.
Along with martens, goulish goats and the rippling fen -
these writings 1993-2023
by Bob Murry Shelton are licensed under
CC BY-NC-SA 4.0
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