‘The Road to Domestos (with or without mop bucket)’ part 1

‘Something shifted today Something I thought I’d lost But had simply gone astray I found that I had gotten over The pale goodbyes – those white cliffs of Dover Something shifted today. I can’t go on hating And actually participating With this wall of resounding pain. No gain. Lynda M Roberts 2020 This poem wasContinue reading “‘The Road to Domestos (with or without mop bucket)’ part 1”