words

I’ve been having a bit of a sort out over the summer. I’m throwing out some old titles for poems which I shall never write. Free to a good home.

Today is set to be agreeably alliterative across an assortment of areas although the occasional metaphor may cause some faces to cloud.  Idioms will be coming down like stair rods in northern regions, while the south may experience the odd outbreak of similes, like an unexpected shower of arrows.  In coastal, littoral, and seaside areas,…