Tag: plague

• Twiglet #175

  A 20.20 View of 1349 Autumn rain. Winter rain. April dry. The sheep suffer with the rot again. May drier still. Nothing will be ploughed. Crops fail, and moss hangs bare as lanky hair. Our deep discontent. The plague’s arrived.       for Twiglet #175: It Hangs Bare and PB Internal Rhyme ©️ Misky…

  Misky

  May 7, 2020

  Poetic Bloomings, Poetry

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