April was a battlefield
weighed and found wanting
Easter, Spring, falling forwards
no, here it fell backwards
inspiration lingering
behind the green gauze
of a stagnant mind
that smelt of coffee
and stale biscuits
stone the crows for sleeping
in frosty single digit
shivering mornings.
a writers hand
suspended in motion
as her brain defrosts
with communications slowing
experiencing
technical difficulties.
Charlie Ann Alford 