Eleventh Day (writing workshop)
photo credit: fat dad Parchment leaves curled in regiments Await a Kaiser’s reach, Ignore the feet of children Kicking into oblivion Their warlord, London-bred natures. Where the boys tread An eddy born of cobweb wind Raises the elementals Brings faeries from their woodland beds To fling secret, invisible threads Of wild-eyed enchantments, Hope and featherd