The demon child screamed through the night angry and wild confused with fright Her teething pain made her complain in fear, poor dear
© Stephen W. Buchanan 2021
Originally published advertising free at “If You Haven’t Got A Sonnet”
Category: short form
Tossing Wrenches (or Spanners)
I am but one of many cogs making it run until there’s clogs Why do some fools twist all the rules and sheer the gears
© Stephen W. Buchanan 2021
Originally published advertising free at “If You Haven’t Got A Sonnet”
Whiling Away
I bought myself a little time Placed on a shelf where I could climb Though hard to see it chimes for me and tolls my soul
Words and images © Stephen W. Buchanan 2021
Originally published advertising free at “If You Haven’t Got A Sonnet”
